I took Jacob into the city for shoe shopping, then stopped by Pat's new place on the way home. Just before heading over to Pat's, Peter, Jacob and I were taking a little coffee break at the Westin St. Francis, when Jacob blew out his diaper - it was epic, all over his pants, all over MY pants and onto the chair. No biggie - at least that's what I told myself over and over as I dashed for the Ladies' Room - wouldn't you know there was no changing table. Fortunately, I had a spare outfit and a Ziploc bag - WHEW! Hours later, he is as you see - happy as a clam, in his Uncle Pat's lap.
