My first moment happened at the baggage claims in Vancouver International Airport. The flight went really well, the kids fussed for about 15 minutes combined and Chris even got the only empty seat on the plane right beside him.* We even landed early, and then the baggage carousel broke. So we stood there for close to an hour before I sent Chris off to arrange for our car rental while I collected the baggage. The minions were only a little bit cranky** and were quietly entertained by me shaking this plastic elephant maraca singing "This Old Man" until our baggage finally arrived. I managed to swing it onto our cart, but then we had to await Chris's return. There was no way I could handle taking two umbrella strollers and a cart full of baggage across the airport to the car rental kiosk solo.
These are the complete set of animal maracas. The monkey is logically holding a banana, but for some reason this elephant doesn't like peanuts and is enjoying a cookie. Perhaps he has a nut allergy or didn't want to sit in the peanut butter lunch room all by himself.
I ducked in behind an old abandoned ticket kiosk, stripped down the babies one at a time and took care of the diapers quickly and quietly while a hundred people awaited their luggage less than 20 feet away. I had always sworn that I would never be one of those parents who would change a child's diaper in public. I was clearly deluded. This was the beginning of many diaper violations the entire trip and beyond.****
After Changing Babies:
-on a pile of paper towels on the floor of a Starbucks washroom.
-on a sink counter in a restaurant that deemed itself "family friendly", yet had no change station.
-on the floor of the basement of a funeral home.
-in the parking lot of a Rona
-at the trailhead of a hike, beside the outhouses, while Chris berated Molly and I simultaneously while changing her diaper, "Where did you get those pine cones, stop eating them, this is so unsanitary!"
I've decided that if you want to take your babies out in public you aren't always going to get the ideal place to change a diaper, sometimes you just have to make due and sometimes you're going to have to bend your rules. Chris is slower to come around to my necessity driven revised view on changing diapers in public.
*I am convinced that this was good Karma as a result of volunteering to be in charge of Miss Molly for the flight.
**While I was furious having been at airports or on planes for almost 10 hours by this point.
****Even in extreme emergencies we have managed to refrain from being those people who change a diaper in the middle of a restaurant.