07 August 2005

Packing mania

We're about to head out on vacation.

I feel like a supply-line coordinator for the Army, because "going on vacation" means that I have to pack three kids, all of their gear, and myself.

That means:

One baby suitcase, packed with triple outfits for possible eating destruction.

One preschooler suitcase, packed with double outfits for possible general destruction.

One eight-year-old's suitcase, because I don't trust her to pack herself with appropriate gear.

A bag of toys for each kid.

A bag of food for the baby.

A bag of food for snacks in the car.

Sippy cups, bowls, baby spoons, bibs.


Wet wipes.


Pullups for preschooler to sleep in.

Baby's lovey.

Baby's toys for her bed.

Preschooler's lovey, pillow, blanket, frog and diosaurs to sleep with.

Tell eight-year-old she can only bring one pillow and one stuffed animal.



Travel crib.

Two sleeping bags.

My clothes.

Books to read in the car.

I'm sure I'm forgetting something.

I need a vacation to rest from prepping for the vacation.

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