The boys are super psyched, and Trey is even coming out of his depression from the thought of missing his baseball tournament this weekend. They each packed a backpack of treasures to take, and I had to veto weapons more than once. I have packed, and repacked, and even had dreams about what to pack. All I know is this: if I have the meds, ear plugs, and Chase's rubber snakey, then we're good to go. We can get everything else at Wal-Mart.
Now, here's to hoping that this rotten girl will find something to keep her occupied on the flight.