I hate everything about packing. I'm always afraid I'm going to forget something, that I'll over-pack and the luggage will be too heavy, that I'll pack something that can be somehow misconstrued as a deadly weapon, that I'll forget something, that things will leak and ruin clothes, that I'll forget something...
To top it off, I've got the anxiety of flying, itself, gnawing away at me. This will be Vincent's first time flying, so I'm also nervous about how he'll handle airplanes and airports. Bah. I'm just ill-equipped to handle travel of any sort. I'm terrible. I have very little experience, so since I'm out of my element, I tend to grumble my way through the necessary preparations.
Tonight I finally buckled down and packed our bags. Vince will have a carry on bag for himself stocked full of treats, diapers, wipes and games. He'll also have the iPad for books and such. I'll also have a carry on with an extra change of clothes for him, an extra T-shirt for me (in case he does actually get sick). Of course I'll have the obligatory books and treats, but I will also do the "Look what surprise Mommy's got for you!" gifts to take his mind off the ascent. I'm actually hoping he sleeps through most of the trip (1.5 hours) since it's smack in the middle of his nap time. A mother can hope, right?
I'm excited for the trip, however. It will be Vincent's first time in Disney. He's more of a Nick Jr. fan, so he's not really aware of who all the Disney characters are. He only recently found out who Mickey Mouse was. So this will be a thoroughly new experience for him. I'm also glad he'll get to experience it all with his cousin, Alliya, in tow. The two of them don't get to spend nearly enough time together. I always feel terrible for taking him away from her. He loves her so much and they really enjoy playing together. Giving them a full week to run amok in the happiest place on earth is a great way to reset your "Things I'm Thankful For" list.