This past weekend we went on a plane to California. I'm sure I don't have to explain to any of you the size of airplane bathrooms.....well now try to imagine changing a baby in one....no wait...not a baby....a 2 year old!
Yes, I should have changed him as we were sitting in the concourse, but I didn't......and when we got on the plane I thought maybe it's just pee and he can wait.....no way...."Mommy, yucky poopy!"
Ok....then I thought, how about if I fold the arm up and change him in the seats or on the floor in the back....NOW COME ON PEOPLE....it's a baby....I can change him very quickly and if you are that put off, don't look! No such luck...the stewardes insisited I take him in the bathroom.....fine.....NEVER AGAIN!
The changing table folds out of the wall over the toilet....no big deal, IF you have a newborn.....ugghhh....Sam's feet were hanging over the edge and his head was crammed in the corner and JUST MY LUCK...poop....not the pellet kind either.
He's complaining the entire time (....which I couldn't blame him), but as my one hand is trying to hold his legs up and the other is reaching for the wipes, I'm using my body to keep him wedged on the shelf. Needless to say, I cleaned him up MUCH better after we got home.
IT WAS NOT A GOOD EXPERIENCE!