Laugh a Lot

My 10 year old sits next to the baby in the car. We were on our way home from a road trip the other day and this is what I hear coming from the seat behind me:

“I think he’s pooping…Aww, he’s smiling!...

Ahhh! It’s coming out the side of his diaper!”

The baby was just in a diaper and onesie, and apparently he was sitting at just the right angle to send his poo right down his leg. And, of course, onto his buckles and car seat.

I know boys are competitive, but does this one really have to compete with his big brother for the most diaper blowouts??? I guess some babies just have more forceful bowels than others!

Thankfully I was not stuck somewhere in traffic or road construction or anything and I was able to pull over right away.

I’m also thankful that I always travel with a roll of paper towels and a big container of baby wipes. After the marathon of cleaning up baby and car seat and finally getting my hands to where they felt clean, I looked down at the pile of stuff at my feet, and just started laughing. 

One of my first blog posts was about laughter, and I really want to revisit that subject. At the risk of being repetitive, I think laughter is important! And I feel like the important things should be repeated. I know I often need to learn the same lessons over and over again. And the Bible talks a lot the kind of laughter that comes about from joy or even disbelief, but I want to talk about a different type. 

"She laughs without fear of the future."

I want to have that kind of laughter coming from my mouth. The Proverbs 31 lady wasn't laughing because she thought the future was going to be funny. No, she knew that the future was going to hold all kinds of ups and downs and yet her laughter was dripping with the confidence and faith that no matter what happens, everything is going to be ok. Of course, I also want to be the kind of lady who can see the funny when things are hard.

I was in a good mood the day of the car seat pooptastrophy, so that helps to explain my reaction. I don't always laugh when things get poopy. I'm going to work on that. After all, I'm never going to encounter anything too poopy for my God to handle, so why not laugh? 

Blessings, mama!

Lee