what to do...

When you have a leaky baby and no changing station? Paper towels! Ok, so we recently had a little scare, thinking that we might be pregnant. But we're not. I repeat, we are NOT pregnant. It would have been a humongous surprise, to say the least! Anyway, in celebration (not saying I wouldn't have been happy, after I got over the shock) of not being preggers, we went and got some Chinese Food. You see, we also decided that we would break our diet and renew ourselves tomorrow.

Since we weren't, and aren't, planning on trying for kids for a few more months, I'm hoping to whip my butt into shape before that day comes, so that I have some good habits formed to continue during pregnancy. If I had been pregnant, one of the reasons it would have been hard at first is because I don't feel healthy or ready, and I couldn't really start up a health regimen. But now I have a few months to prepare, which will allow me to be more healthy for myself, my current baby, my husband and my future (and unconceived) baby... that was why we were celebrating. For that reason and that we yet have no idea as to how we will be able to afford another one... that also requires some more planning, financially speaking.

Anyway, so on with the story regarding the picture! We drove around forever, trying to find some sort of buffet, but to no avail. There are countless sushi bars here, but not very many fatty joints. Also lacking in this town/state - changing stations. Oh sure, there are a slew of them in Rexburg, all of Utah and Mesa, but not here. So I ended up putting Will on the floor of Taco Bell's bathroom (it was quite a bit cleaner than the other alternative). I laid out paper towels and rested his head on my diaper bag. He had already soaked through his clothes... but just you wait, it gets worse and/or more entertaining. The bathroom was equipped with light sensors, so in the middle of changing him, the lights go out. Will starts freaking, so I stand up to wave at the sensor and by doing so turn on the hand dryer. This happens a couple of times, with the finale of throwing the diaper away, only to make the metal receptacle clash simultaneously with the lights going off and the dryer turning on. You can imagine Will's reaction(s). I didn't put his pants back on, and since his onesie was more than damp, and we had yet to eat dinner, I stuffed his onesie with some paper towels to help soak up the wetness. Oh the joys of motherhood, and paper towels (love them)!

PS- I hate this picture of me... I hate my chin (long) and my jaw (crooked). But it's a good shot of Will's trashiness and you get a glimpse of my beloved head-band tie thingy. I'll be sure to get a better pic of it later, although I do not promise to get a better photo of me *sigh*