On Thursday morning at about 7 a.m., Gabbie and I are setting of on a road trip with my parents. I am equally excited, anxious, and terrified because while the trip ends up at my grsndfather's 90th birthday party which should be a blast (no, really) the at least 13 hours in a car with my toddler is, at this point, a giant crap shoot. Will she be her fairly normal angelic self? Or will this newer, testing out boundaries, independent minded toddler rule the day? I am if course hoping for the former rather than the latter, but it truly is a wait wnd see sort of thing.
We're loading up on snacks and items to keep here enteretained. So far we have the iPad loaded with three of her favorite movies, a travel-sized magnadoodle, crayons, a coloring book, stickers, and plenty of other books to read, and, of course, a couple of binkies to shove in her mouth to keep her quiet if needed. I've also loaded up my old iPod nano with some kids' songs and bought her a pair of adorable toddler-sized headphones. This may sound like a lot, but I'm reslly kind of just hoping it will be enough. I feel like I can't be too prepared for any possible contingency. I also have to admit that I'm pretty happy we're riding down in my dad's truck. With all I'm bringing I'm pretty sure we'll be sble to use the extra space.
So, wish me luck, and if you don't hear from me, at least you'll know what caused my head to explode.