I'm typing this with a look of chagrin.

Now that I'm a mom, I have yet another reason to appreciate Starbucks: changing tables that appear to get wiped down at least once a month. Oh, they may do it more frequently, but I do take my own mat/cover or an extra receiving blanket. I like that the table is almost always within reach of the sink, too--not that I ever turn my back on Ronan. I like that the bathrooms are usually single room, though I know the one in Waynesboro has multiple stalls. The single room is nice--I can pull Tom in with me. He can entertain the baby while I do the dirty work (Tom changes his share of diapers, but I'm sometimes faster). And then he can redress Ronan while I wash my hands and pee. And I can't complain too much about the fact that most of the stores only have changing tables in the women's rooms--if it's a single room bathroom, men can use it, too, no matter what the sign on the door says.

And we ended up at the Starbucks I rarely frequent today--Hollymead. I prefer to *not* frequent the sprawl-of-doom north of town, but we needed to check on something at Target. (Sorry, ez_mo, I know I swore I wouldn't go, but gas is three bucks a gallon, so I can't justify Richmond.) This Starbucks still has comfy chairs (NO!) and footstools. So I nursed Ronan while Tom nursed an unsweetened iced tea, then we went to change the baby's diaper. Most excellent.

The only other Starbucks in town which still has cozy seats is the one on the Corner by UVA. They have a second story full of couches and armchairs. The other Starbucks have all reverted to wood chairs and small tables, in order to serve more traffic.

As for Target . . . we finally found a toaster oven. We'd not been able to find one we liked at any other store in town. We found one that is perfect--and it was on sale. I hope it doesn't catch on fire as much as the old one has.

I did not, however, buy the ADORABLE dinosaur bibs or five million onesies that were OMGWTFBBQ-cute. I took a look at a couple pack and plays, since I still haven't bought one (Mom's treat).

Why we do so much laundry . . .

Barfy Night before, grab a couple extra outfits out of the room where one's brother is sleeping in. First outfit goes to middle of the night change after son miraculously telekinetically moves pee from diaper to clothing. Second outfit goes to stealth pee in the morning during diaper change. At that point, Brandon was still sleeping. So we half-swaddled Ronan in a receiving blanket. When we left the bedroom, we tucked him into his rocker-bed and tucked a fleece blanket around him so that he wouldn't get chilled from the AC. An hour later, he woke up, looked at the now-awake uncle Brandon, and urped. My brother, being a good uncle, took a picture. *sigh*