Gateway to the Breast
Sorry about the title; I was trying to make some kind of baby-related pun about St. Louis' nickname. I promise I won't talk about breasts or breastfeeding. In this post. Okay, that's not really true--I have to mention breastfeeding in the list below. But nothing beyond that, I promise!
Anyhoo, G and I decided to take an impromptu trip to St. Louis for the weekend on the advice of multiple friends that this is the "easiest" time to travel with a child. To give you a sense of just how easy-peasy it was, here's a list of what we brought:
Clothes for 2 days plus extras in case of spit-up or poop blowouts
Baby wash in case of same
Baby bathing suit and surf shirt (yes!! as if she surfs!) in case hotel has good pool and we get the urge to swim (it didn't and we didn't have the time anyway)
Burp rags
Bibs
Mess o' diapers
Boudreaux's Butt Paste
Wipes
Blankets
Wearable blanket that's like a fleece bag with arm holes, for sleeping
Digital camera for capturing precious moments like K at the St. Louis zoo posing next to a guy in a ram costume with "Ramby" embroidered on the chest where a car mechanic would have his name stitched, which was only fitting because "Ramby" was sponsored by Dodge Ram, and no I wish I were kidding but sadly I'm not
Medicine for treating thrush colony that gentian violet failed to massacre
Car seat
Stroller
Small toys for playing with while strapped in car seat
Baby Bjorn for carrying baby kangaroo-style
Diaper bags (two, one of which is manly looking), fully stocked
Pacifiers
Avent bottles, rings, nipples (sorry Jonna--fleenies), and lids for feeding
Bottle brush for washing bottles in hotel sink
Small bottle of dishwashing liquid for same purpose
Breast pump
Bottles, connectors, and "horns" for pumping
Lids for collection bottles
Vest thingy with holes for hands-free pumping (the most ridiculous item of clothing I've ever owned, far more ridiculous even than crotchless panties, which I've never owned--I had to write that because my dad sometimes reads this blog, but in truth I never have owned them, I mean, come on, ewwww)
Car adapter for breast pump so I can pump in the front seat and smile upward at passing truckers
Coolers with ice and ice packs to store pumped milk
Small glass bottles of formula just in case there isn't enough milk (but thanks to a weekend of overeating, there was plenty)
Then of course there was our own luggage.
Yep, it sure was easy. Nice and easy. I'm so glad we're taking advantage of these easy, easy days. Yep. Eee-ZEEE.
Anyhoo, G and I decided to take an impromptu trip to St. Louis for the weekend on the advice of multiple friends that this is the "easiest" time to travel with a child. To give you a sense of just how easy-peasy it was, here's a list of what we brought:
Clothes for 2 days plus extras in case of spit-up or poop blowouts
Baby wash in case of same
Baby bathing suit and surf shirt (yes!! as if she surfs!) in case hotel has good pool and we get the urge to swim (it didn't and we didn't have the time anyway)
Burp rags
Bibs
Mess o' diapers
Boudreaux's Butt Paste
Wipes
Blankets
Wearable blanket that's like a fleece bag with arm holes, for sleeping
Digital camera for capturing precious moments like K at the St. Louis zoo posing next to a guy in a ram costume with "Ramby" embroidered on the chest where a car mechanic would have his name stitched, which was only fitting because "Ramby" was sponsored by Dodge Ram, and no I wish I were kidding but sadly I'm not
Medicine for treating thrush colony that gentian violet failed to massacre
Car seat
Stroller
Small toys for playing with while strapped in car seat
Baby Bjorn for carrying baby kangaroo-style
Diaper bags (two, one of which is manly looking), fully stocked
Pacifiers
Avent bottles, rings, nipples (sorry Jonna--fleenies), and lids for feeding
Bottle brush for washing bottles in hotel sink
Small bottle of dishwashing liquid for same purpose
Breast pump
Bottles, connectors, and "horns" for pumping
Lids for collection bottles
Vest thingy with holes for hands-free pumping (the most ridiculous item of clothing I've ever owned, far more ridiculous even than crotchless panties, which I've never owned--I had to write that because my dad sometimes reads this blog, but in truth I never have owned them, I mean, come on, ewwww)
Car adapter for breast pump so I can pump in the front seat and smile upward at passing truckers
Coolers with ice and ice packs to store pumped milk
Small glass bottles of formula just in case there isn't enough milk (but thanks to a weekend of overeating, there was plenty)
Then of course there was our own luggage.
Yep, it sure was easy. Nice and easy. I'm so glad we're taking advantage of these easy, easy days. Yep. Eee-ZEEE.
posted by WinterWheat | 8:24 PM
5 Comments:
Oh, I do so remember those days. I should have sent you my "Trouble-Free Travel With Children" book, except that I still use it. It's chock full of good info and advice, including, of course, the 18 gajillion essentials you must bring with you. A recipe for overpacking, but hey - you never know, right?
It gets harder before it gets easier, but you get more used to it and it does, eventually, get easier. I promise.
♥
That is a fantastic picture.
Boy do I remember those days too! I used to have to pack my trunk full to the brim. What a joy when they grow up a bit and just need a little mini suitcase.
Vesty thing with holes? Like, um, that man-boob thing that Robert Deniro wore in Meet the Fockers, only with a real boob sticking out?
Honestly? I have a terrible, yet oddly hilarious visual of you.
OMG I missed the fleeny reference. Thank you. I hope you're still using it in a sentence regularly. With the Fleenorator, or whatever you called her. Heh.
Lol...
The witty dame as usual.
Get away, enjoy your family, and remember that this too shall pass!!
(how can I forget those days of packing for 3.)
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