Luggage that is.
I've never packed for a long trip, out of the country, with a kid in tow before. And I'm not a little nervous about air-time with a 10 month old. Who likes to move. A lot. I'm coming up with a couple ideas. One involves feigning an illness so perhaps 'The Man' will have to deal with it the whole way. The other is perhaps a heavy dose of sedative. I haven't decided yet who gets it. Me, or, 'The Kid'.
We leave in a few days. So far I have packed one bag filled solely with food stuffs. I think I have bag-packing-stage fright. I do better under pressure. Which means I will be scrambling Thursday afternoon.
Speaking of procrastination. 'The Man' and I are doing last minute Dr. visits. I roll my eyes at my stupidity.
This may be the last post until we return. So, I leave you with a little ditty a la 'luggage problem'.
May you live to be a thousand!