And the kitchen sink

We're taking Grady for his first weekend away to Grandma and Papa's house. I forgot the sheer volume of stuff you have to take for a baby--we had Evan down to a managable suitcase. Now we are back to bringing everything we own, and watching me fret all day about forgetting something. Like the camera! Or the diapers! Or the 800 outfits! What are we to do?

Luckily, I've already packed the leftover fireworks from last year. Because I can already hear myself saying, "Evan, get that lit sparkler away from your brother's head." I love the Fourth of July.