Toothbrush. Check. Swimsuits. Check. Diapers. Check. Makeup. Check. Beach tent, towels, and mats. Check. Monitor. Check. Our whole life in one car. Check. Check. Check.
Did I get it all? I don't know. I sure hope so. Do I care anymore? Absolutely not. Because after all... there are plenty of stores by the beach where I can purchase over-priced everything.
And to think... I actually took the time to type up a list yesterday that has mysteriously disappeared.
Oh, and you probably are wanting to know what the other half of the title of this post means, right? Toddler escaping. No worries, she didn't actually escape from me or the house... just from her entrapment that we also like to call a crib. So, let's take a moment to talk about how my daughter today climbed out of her crib, opened her bedroom door with the round door knob, mind you, that she never could before, and proceeded to come to me and say "Mama, hey."
Mama, hey?! What do you mean hey. Hay is for horses! And shouldn't you be sleeping? And how in the world did you get out? And are you trying to tell me something? Do we need to talk?!
Needless to say... we will be toddler bed shopping the day we get back from vacation.
......oh help me, baby J.