Until the airport blowout.
And, of course, we didnt have a change of clothes for Ryan.
When having lunch in the airport we could smell something, and it wasn't good. We looked at each other. I think we both knew our luck had run out, and it had.
I went into the bathroom to change him. There was no changing table, so I places him on the counter. I opened up his pjs (the easiest outfit to travel in!) and the poop was all over. The outfit was not recoverable. I did my best to clean up, then took off my sweater and wrapped him in it. We walked back to where Daddy and Brooke were having lunch as people commented on the cute naked baby. He didnt seem to mind.
Daddy noticed the look on my face and knew what was up;). I grabbed my wallet and heat back out, hoping one of the airport stores had some sort of baby outfit. We got lucky. Although we are heading home to weather in the 50's - Ryan will be arriving in shorts and a tshirt.
He is pretty proud of himself in his new outfit!
