Life's Major Decisions

For those of you who know Lynn and I well, you know that our major life decisions, such as new job, house buying, having a kid, etc. are not left to chance. No, all of these are carefully planned out using the highly scientific decision making method known as roshambo. So, as we were taxi-ing down the runway this afternoon on our way back to Atlanta, we noticed that someone was really stinky in our aisle. A quick check revealed that while Lynn could have used more deodorant, someone's pink pants were actually quite brown from the knees up. Our decision this time... who was going to change the Bear? I lost at roshambo, and quickly said 2 out of 3, which to my surprise, Lynn agreed. I won round 2 to even the game and lost round 3, meaning I had to change the Bear.

After we leveled to our cruising altitude and the pilot had turned off the fasten seat-belt sign, I took Claire and her diaper bag to the rear bathroom. Now, we were on a CRJ-700, which is a small jet, meaning the bathrooms were large enough for a small child. Here I was with Claire lying on her changing pad which was on a couple of plane blankets, which was on the toilet lid - don't use plane blankets, bring your own. Off comes the Bear's pants and diapers and then her shirt. She was covered on the backside from her shoulder blades down to her knees. I went through a hundred wet wipes before I put a new clean outfit on her. And just as we are getting ready to leave the restroom, Claire spits up for good measure.


So, the Bear chooses a small airplane to have her first blow-out. Other than that, she slept for the rest of the trip and was a total angel. She got several compliments from other passengers about what a good traveller she is - these people never used the lavatory in the back of the plane. If you look back to my very first post, toward the end, I tell you what we want for a baby, when asked "boy or girl?". I think we got exactly what we wanted.