Not one, not two, not three OR four, but FIVE plastic contraptions. And a diaper. And all the stuff you can't see, too (butt paste, teething ring, bribery lollipop, and inexplicably, a baby tooth brush). And we were leaving the house for, like, 90 minutes, not 9 days.
Thanks for the encouragement and commiseration on that spitting business of yesterday. I'm happy to report today was spit-free. I mean, not like he was Bobby-freaking-Brady having a Sunshine Day all of the sudden either, but he didn't humiliate me in public with body fluids and was actually pretty sweet all afternoon. So, yay.