I just re-realized I'm leaving again on Friday. Didn't I JUST unpack? Am I not still in the middle of laundry?!
This trip home includes a week in Lake Powell, my favorite place on Earth, however this year is going to be different. Like, really different. Like bringing a 10 month old (holy crap he'll be 10 months!) different.
Can you imagine my packing list this time around? Is it possible to just bring my entire house? And maybe a pharmacy?
At least we'll have a doctor on board. Thank you, cousin Jenny, for marrying a doctor. Though we'd love him even if he wasn't. (i promise)
It's going to be fun. And interesting. And, you know.
Interesting. Hopefully sleep-filled.
In other totally unrelated news, in the last two days I have pulled two metal shelf brackets (you know, the little things that hold up adjustable shelves) and a band-aid from Wyatt's mouth.
At least it was his own.
We were driving home from the doctors office having just had his finger pricked. I'd had to replace the band-aid they'd put on because it wasn't secured to anything but the gauze and had popped right off as soon as I buckled him in the car seat. I grabbed a new one from the first aide kit in my trunk, wrapped it around his tiny little finger, and off we went.
Two blocks later I looked in the rear view mirror to see (via a car seat mirror) an empty finger and Wyatt's chin bobbing up and down.
Excellent. Houdini kid. This should be fun!
In related news (to the first, uh, point up there) a week in Lake Powell means I will be required, at some point, to be in a swim suit.
A spray tan might be worth my while. Also, they say you look thinner when you're tan. Bonus!
Lastly, two weeks away means we've got to set our DVR for a thousand few shows. Tell me I'm not the only one. Anyone have an upcoming favorite?