This photo was taken at the end of the night.
A kindly passerby took it while one of the three of us waited patiently for our car. That’s actually not entirely true. Our valet ticket was still in my possession when this picture was captured. All three of the valet drivers were too busy searching for a set of lost keys to notice me hovering inappropriately close to their kiosk. With a fussy baby, no less.
Had this picture been taken at the beginning of the night, Ruby would still be wearing her adorable red and white flowered sundress. Instead, that sundress sat at the bottom of my diaper bag, in a plastic grocery bag, covered in poop.
When I first walked into the bathroom to change her diaper… and her clothes… and clean the poop off of her back… and her legs… and her arm, I actually said aloud, “And there’s no changing table. Awesome.”
Then I walked my 2 1/2 inch heeled feet into a bathroom stall and assumed the garland pose. Ruby has never been one to enjoy diaper changes in a strange environment, and that particular bathroom floor was no exception. She cried and I wiped for a solid ten minutes. All the while listening to the outside conversation.
“Look Mom! There’s a baby!” Said what I can only assume was a toddler-ish boy.
“Yeah, I see it.”
“What’s the baby doing?”
“I don’t know, Honey.”
“But, what’s the baby doing?”
“I don’t know.”
“What’s the…” You get the idea.
It wasn’t until I returned to the bathroom to wash the poop off my hands that I realized there was a changing table inside the handicap stall. What a beautiful end to the night.