We went shopping for a book, as I had a voucher, and ended up spending a lot of money on DS...sigh...
Nothing unwarranted, no gold plated drinking cups, but we got his pushchair as he's now grown out of the pram, and then some onesies, a few more plastic plates and dribble bibs (and one pair of short dungarees for the summer) and £200 had disappeared.
We then had a traumatic time when we stopped in a cafe for a coffee. Guessed DS had produced, but when I went to change him it was all over his onesie, all down his dungarees...so I had to pull it all down him (as opposed to over his head). Of course, this kept the nasties away from his head and hair but covered his legs, socks and shoes which I didn't have time to get off before he sat down.
There was poo everywhere around, on the floor, the changing mat. And DP hadn't packed any spare clothes. To make it worse, DS HATES hand-dryers, so was just screaming and sobbing in a 'who's torturing that baby' way in the parents/changing room. DP was despatched to go and buy some full length onesies and came back.
I had bagged most of the assorted crap-covered clothing up, but grabbed the clean DS in his nappy, a onesie and took him outside the room to dress him and calm him down, and left the rest to DP.
I've now had the deeee-lightful job of washing all the crap of his clothing, and/or picking lumps of it up for the bin.
And am now having a vodka tonic that would make Boris Yeltsin splutter 