Disney

I am not a good traveler.  Not at all.  I stress about all kinds of things.  I'm an over packer too.  No, really, a crazy over packer.  I bring everything!   A hair bow for every outfit.  Double the amount of socks than days, four pairs of shoes each, a bag to carry around the park. Another one in case I don't like that one, and a back up for that one.  If you could peek in my suitcases you'd laugh.  It's a good thing that Scott loves me for who I am.  (and is used to me)

I've been so nervous about this trip.  "It's a big one,"  I keep telling the girls.  I don't want them to think we're doing something this extravagant next summer, or the next one.  The main reason I'm a bundle of nerves and almost called my Mom to ask her to go in my place is that I'm for the first time taking Abigail away from "her food".  We've always stayed at a hotel with a mini kitchen.  I've always cooked, frozen, and brought her food.  This time I can only pack snacks, her formula, and hope for the magic of Disney to help me find food for her.  I know it's all going to work out, but I'm the mama and I worry. 

So with all my extra nervous energy we did a little "we're going soon photo shoot."  And it was fun! 





As soon as Abigail made that "4" she knew it was wrong... but I loved it didn't let her change it!





She doesn't like anything except for her "formula" but she faked it for the picture.



So off we go...















let the magic begin!