Routine travels, or lack thereof

One of our stops on our way back from Wisconsin made me reflect on the way our lives have changed since the arrival of our sweet Anna.

A year ago this stop would have gone something like this:

1. Pull off highway.
2. Enter McDonald's.
3. Bryan and I use the bathroom.
4. Purchase snack.
5. Pull out of parking lot and return to highway.

This is what happened today:

1. Pull off highway.
2. Remove Anna from her carseat, grab ridiculously large diaper bag, enter McDonald's.
3. Take Anna into the bathroom for a diaper change while Bryan uses the bathroom.
4. Wait in line to use bathroom. Must wait extra long to hold out for the handicapped stall, which contains the handy-dandy diaper changing station.
5. Lay down Anna, discover that both of us are covered in poop.
6. Change Anna's diaper and clothing (I had a spare outfit for her in the aforementioned ginormous diaper bag.).
7. Find Bryan, ask him to hold Anna.
8. Go to car. Dig through trunk to find suitcase. Retrieve clean shirt from suitcase.
9. Return to bathroom and wait in line again.
10. Change shirt and use bathroom.
11. Find Bryan and Anna.
12. Return to car.
13. Secure nursing cover in car window to ensure privacy for breastfeeding.
14. Feed Anna.
15. Return Anna to her carseat and feel relieved that we can get back on the road again.
16. Pull out of parking lot and return to highway.

Note: At our next stop we had a very similar experience at a rest area, down to the Mommy and baby matching poo outfits. Must remember not to feed Anna apples & prunes when embarking on long car trip.