Flying High

All pumped up for the trip but nope, still not all packed -- seriously, there's way too much. I've done Kayla's share (5 tees, 5 pairs of socks, 5 tights, 5 dresses, two pairs of shoes, two sun hats and did I miss anything?), plus pressies and all that good stuff. We've also packed the massive diaper bag (10 diapers, 80 wipes, lots n lots of Gerber stars, Earth's Best cereal bars, cookies, and spare clothes in case she barfs). Oops, almost forgot the diaper changing mat.

So there's still plenty to do. We're only lugging two bags, which means there isn't much space left for my stuff, which means I can prob only bring one purse, possibly two pairs of shoes and not too many clothes. Packing's going to be fun.

I'm trying to prepare Kayla for the trip, telling her everyday that we're going on a plane to Singapore and we're going to see Gong Gong, Po Po, Baby Darrell, Aunty Evelyn, Uncle Derrick and Benji the dog. She gets all giddy with excitement but I'm pretty sure she doesn't know what she's in for.

We've been praying hard everyday as well that the flight will be a smooth one, and though it's full, an empty seat will open up miraculously (we made the bad mistake of not getting a seat for her initially). We'll try to get one for her on the way back.

Then there's the jetlag... She's going to be wide awake in the wee hours of the night..and cranky sleepy in the day. By the time she readjusts, it'll prob be time to head home...which means even more cranky mornings and wide awake nights. This, I think, will be a trip of a lifetime...