Really.....

Not all restaurants are baby friendly? Are you kidding me? Does anyone know how difficult this makes life for mothers of young children? So, we go to The Cheesecake Factory last night to meet uncle CJ (Dave's brother) who was in town for a meeting. We check in and have a 30 minute wait. No problem, we will grab a drink at the bar and catch up while we wait. So, we settle in at the bar and get Johnathan positioned in safe place out of the way, etc. We unbuckle him and Dave reaches in to get him out and pass off to CJ to get some time with his nephew. As Dave is making the hand off, I notice our child has had an explosion in his pants, which has completely come through his diaper, his outfit, all over his car seat and now on Dave's arm. Of course, I somewhat panic, because the last thing I want is for someone else to be contaminated with Johnathan's poop. Dave immediately grabs him back and does what most all men would do....he hold Johnathan as far away as possible, high in the air with his butt facing everyone for the whole entire restaurant to see that our child has now ruined their dinner! I grab my bag and chase behind mortified! Still in a panic and not sure how I am going to handle this by myself, I notice the Cheesecake Factory has no changing table. Great, looks like I am flooring it. I think to myself, at least you can go into the bigger stall, so you have more room. Nope, a crying young girl is on the phone talking about how she got in a flight with her mom, she has no place to stay and right now she didn't need to hear I told you so, she needed the support from the person on the other end. Are you kidding me.....does she have any idea how much more I needed that stall?!?! I enter a very tiny stall, shut the door and Johnathan and I squeeze in on the floor. I go digging around in my bag for the changing pad one handed, trying not to spread the poop all over me and the bathroom of the Cheesecake Factory, but of course no luck...I can't find it. Johanthan is crying, so like all mother's you try and work quickly to console your child. Forget it, I grab almost the entire box of toilet seat covers and spread them out all of the floor to try and protect Johnathan from all of the disease that could be passed along. I then peel away this outfit that is covered and I mean covered in poop. He is still screaming and is now shaking, because the tile floor is freezing. I pull out the wipes, a new diaper and a new change of clothes. About, 30 wipes later, the remaining box of toilet seat covers and the wait staff coming in to check on us, we have successfully changed Johnathan's explosion diaper! Moral of the story....try and go to places that are baby friendly, because it makes life so much easier!