It was a series of mishaps yesterday morning as we traveled to Phoenix for Thanksigiving. Despite my very thorough travel checklist, halfway to the airport we realized we left the stroller in the garage. Once we got the airport, we realized we left Kate’s backpack in the kitchen with her favorite Anna and Elsa Frozen dolls, books, toys, pillow, and blanket. In a 3-year old’s mind, this could be one of the worst things imaginably possible.
But worst of all in reality was the moment when, once we boarded the plane and were settled, I went to pull out some breakfast for the kids, and I realized I had left our small cooler of food in the airport restroom. Which, in most cases, wouldn’t be that big of a deal, except when you’re traveling with a 1-year old who is allergic to just about everything.
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