Comments on: Go Read It Today, Wednesday, February 7, 2007 http://blog.erikajurney.com/go-read-it-today-wednesday-february-7-2007/ My life in Palo Alto, California. Sat, 04 Feb 2012 12:39:34 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: Plain Jane Mom http://blog.erikajurney.com/go-read-it-today-wednesday-february-7-2007/#comment-43686 Plain Jane Mom Wed, 07 Feb 2007 15:00:34 +0000 http://blog.erikajurney.com/2007/02/07/go-read-it-today-wednesday-february-7-2007/#comment-43686 Hey Karrie, in my comment on her post I suggested the seat of a booth. That's where I would choose to do it if I was going to make a statement. I just think it is so gross and selfish to change a baby ON the table. I've been desperate too -- I've done 12+ hour and multi-day drives with 3 kids in diapers. Fun times! Hey Karrie, in my comment on her post I suggested the seat of a booth. That’s where I would choose to do it if I was going to make a statement. I just think it is so gross and selfish to change a baby ON the table.

I’ve been desperate too — I’ve done 12+ hour and multi-day drives with 3 kids in diapers. Fun times!

]]> By: karrie http://blog.erikajurney.com/go-read-it-today-wednesday-february-7-2007/#comment-43685 karrie Wed, 07 Feb 2007 13:32:29 +0000 http://blog.erikajurney.com/2007/02/07/go-read-it-today-wednesday-february-7-2007/#comment-43685 I will admit that I once changed my son--then 4 months--on the floor of a 'restaurant'. We were driving x-country and stopped at some god-awful truck stop in the middle of hell's seventh circle. My husband insisted on eating something there, so in we went. My son was soaking wet. I went into the bathroom and there was a child having diarrhea all over the changing area while his mother screamed obscenities. Our table was in the back of the dining area, so I put a blanket down on the floor behind my chair and changed my son as quickly as I could. On the same trip, similarly disgusting McPut stop in th armpit of Nevada, I laid him on a blanket next to me in a booth and quickly changed a pee diaper. I was embarrassed, but there was no other reasonable option and it was too cold to change him in the car. I wiped the filthy plastic booth down with an antibacterial wipe out of guilt, and slunk out. Not quite the same as changing a baby ON a table in a sit-down restaurant, but sometimes you do get desperate. I will admit that I once changed my son–then 4 months–on the floor of a ‘restaurant’. We were driving x-country and stopped at some god-awful truck stop in the middle of hell’s seventh circle. My husband insisted on eating something there, so in we went. My son was soaking wet. I went into the bathroom and there was a child having diarrhea all over the changing area while his mother screamed obscenities. Our table was in the back of the dining area, so I put a blanket down on the floor behind my chair and changed my son as quickly as I could.

On the same trip, similarly disgusting McPut stop in th armpit of Nevada, I laid him on a blanket next to me in a booth and quickly changed a pee diaper. I was embarrassed, but there was no other reasonable option and it was too cold to change him in the car. I wiped the filthy plastic booth down with an antibacterial wipe out of guilt, and slunk out.

Not quite the same as changing a baby ON a table in a sit-down restaurant, but sometimes you do get desperate.

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