Learning the hard way

Ever since Lydia was born I've been slacking on changing Kiera's diapers. We usually go through 3 outfits a day because her diaper leaks through to her clothes before I get around to changing it.
Kiera and I frequently go for walks down to the corner of our street barefooted. This evening we went for for a barefooted walk and I had Lydia on my chest in my front carrier. When we got down the the corner Kiera would not turn around to go home. She insisted we keep going (we've walked around the block a few times before with shoes on). No matter what I did I couldn't get her to turn around (besides carrying her by her arms since I couldn't pick her up), so I decided that I would just let her keep going and we'd walk around the block. Of course, since she was barefooted, she got tierd of walking sooner than she normally does (and of course it had to be when we were half way around). She sat down on the sidewalk and refused to walk anymore and cried when I tried to get her to walk. Just then I noticed that her pants were wet--yep, her diaper had leaked through. I had no other way of getting her home so I had to put her on my shoulders. So I carried Lydia on my chest and Kiera and her wet bottom on my shoulders home and had a wet shirt by the time we got back. Yes, I've learned.