Back when John was a baby I remember packing the diaper bag to go places: diapers, wipes, extra change of clothes, snacks, pacifier, blanky, burp cloths, extra shirt for me for after he spit up. Etc. And I remember thinking that one day it would be easier, when they were older. Surely we’d be able to just walk out of the house unencumbered.
Ha. My experience is that as the kids have gotten older and bigger, the amount of stuff has increased. Some days I feel that I spend most of my time packing up stuff to go somewhere and then putting it away again when we get home. Baseball bags of stuff: hat, glove, helmet, batting gloves, bat, water bottle, snacks for the team. And then there’s the snacks for the siblings while we wait and the diaper bag filled with diapers and toys to keep the 2 year old busy and the scooters for them to play with at the ball field.
This post has no real point. Just an observation. Perhaps related to the fact that I’m spending the day packing for a trip to the beach for me and the kids. (H. stays home to work.) We have a lot of stuff.