nashville III

Monday took us to downtown Nashville. We spent the day looking around at all the cool things around town. Because of Micah's love for guitars, we went in a really cool guitar shop. Apparently, they have a $300,000 guitar that was owned by Johnny Cash there. It's in a vault. You have to be famous to even see it... not that we asked.

We also spent a lot of time in the Country Music Hall of Fame. That was a really cool place. The only bad thing was that they don't let you use a flash on your camera when you take pictures, so most of our pictures are really dark and fuzzy from inside the museum. My photoshop savvy husband has a special way to make them not fuzzy, but I don't know how. Sorry, JJ- I took a picture with Elvis' gold car and piano just for you...

After that, we ate dinner at the Wildhorse Saloon. I think this was my favorite place that we ate the entire time we were there. It had a very fun atmosphere, and great food. They do country line dance lessons every hour, and when we went this time, John Mark line danced with Kelly. And then things got interesting...

As most of you know from reading this blog, John Mark has a knack for having unusual pooping incidents. I think this one may take the cake. We had all finished eating and I had John Mark sitting on my lap... he was dancing to the country music. I looked down at my jeans and I thought- 'I don't remember spilling anything...' and then I realized- I didn't spill anything. You guessed it- John Mark pooped ON ME. So I take him to the bathroom to change him. Do they have a changing table? NO... I guess they don't expect people to have babies in places with "saloon" in the title... whatever. So I have to lay down burp rags and clothes to change him. I open up his diaper expecting to see a huge mess. What do I see? Basically nothing... he straight up pooped OUT of his diaper. None on the inside of his pants or on his legs... just what he got all over himself from being in my lap.

You might be a redneck if you've ever changed your baby on the floor of a saloon... or you let your baby wear a coonskin cap.