I Can't Remember the Last Time He Peed His Pants

It's 9:30 at night...do you know where your kids are?

I don't.

Well, I have an idea, but I couldn't say for sure.  She's somewhere in Wisconsin, sharing the backseat of Nana and Grampy's Intrepid with Auntie J, Cousin K, George the monkey and Twinkle the pig.  Not a bad place to be, if you ask me.  Which you didn't, but whatever.  You're reading my blog, so I figure that shows an interest, right?

I came home from work early today, like any other Thursday.  The main difference?  The fact that Julie was not coming because we had to get The Princess ready for this trip.  Good thing, too.  We ended up needing that extra couple of crank-free hours to get our shiz done.

After going through all of her clothes yesterday and bringing up the fall 2T stuff, I felt like I was pretty well set as far as clothing went.  Then I realized I didn't have any jammies for her -- uh-oh!  I seem to be missing a box of clothing, because I know for a fact she has a pink 2T Bears hoodie (Go Bears!), and I'm fairly certain there are a few pairs of fuzzy feety jammies right along with it.  Unfortunately, that box has decided to hibernate and laugh maniacally at me from its dusty dungeon lair.

Figures.

Turns out I had some 2T jammies already in the drawer in her room, and Nana had bought some bigger ones in case she needs them this weekend.  We figure if The Princess doesn't fit into them, K probably will soon.  :)  K is 1, and she's the polar physical opposite of The Princess...I believe she's wearing about the same size, though she's considerably shorter.  I had to laugh the last time they were here...I was putting one of The Princess's bibs on K for Banana Time, and it barely fit around her neck!  She's extra-super cute and cuddly.  It's really funny, though to see such a difference in the way our kids are growing.

Shirts?  Check.
Socks?  Check.
Jackets/hoodies?  Check.
Pants?  Um...crap.

I realized half-way through packing that The Princess currently owns exactly two pairs of jeans that fit her, one of which is waiting to be washed (and not even close to salvageable from the hamper due to the extent of the nastiness that was previously unleashed on them, causing their recent trip to the hamper in the first place).  The Hubbs pointed out that he, too, has only two pairs of jeans...and he's doing fine.  At this point I felt the need to commend him on his stellar record of late...I can't remember the last time he peed his pants.  The Princess, however...

Over the river and through the woods, to Wally World we go!

Before tackling the shopping aisles, we decided to stop for a quick bite in the built-in Subway.  So we grabbed a table and split a footlong Spicy Italian and Raspberry-teamonade (for those not in-the-know, that would be raspberry iced tea mixed half-and-half with lemonade...the only way to drink fountain raspberry iced tea in my opinion!), and The Princess chowed some excellent apple slices.

From there we headed back to the kiddo section where we procured two new pairs of jeans (tres cute, btw), and stocked up on Pull-Ups for the princess's impending trip.  Between here and the checkout we managed to rack up $157 worth of useless stuff we didn't really need, but my new jammies are comfortable and I now have a couple of new bras that will help to keep my boobs off the floor.  That's always a plus...I get so embarrassed when I step on them in public.

After Wal Mart we headed straight home without passing go or collecting $200 (bummer!), to finish packing The Princess's worldly belongings into two small bags.

The Princess was very helpful, checking to make sure I had packed all the essentials...juice, cups, trail mix, her tools...I don't know what I'd have done without her.

Here's my little angel, running around the room trying to make sure I haven't missed anything:

"Hey Mommy...don't forget my blanket!" 

Here she is, standing on the table and letting me know what a great job I did (with her help of course!):

A bit later, Nana and Grampy showed up with Auntie J, K and George (can't forget George!) to whisk Princess The Princess away on her grand weekend adventure to the Land of Beef Jerkey.  ((I feel I must insert a note here to explain the odd name I've given to the town where the cottage is located...Minong, WI, is home to the Links family.  As in Jack Links.  As in the bestest beef jerkey this side of Mars...hence the Land of Beef Jerkey.))

I quickly installed The Princess's car seat in the back of the Intrepid, drooled over K's travel seat -- it's a simple folding booster with a full harness...coolest thing evah -- and came back in to say goodbye to everyone.  Plopped The Princess and Twinkle in the car with Dirt Pink (her fave blankie, pictured above) and sent them off for a fun-filled family weekend.

I personally plan to make the most of it by sleeping like a teenager.  When, and if, I decide to get out of bed this weekend, the Hubbs will be taking me out to dinner and to see Drew Barrymore's first attempt at directing...Whip It...should be fun!