When diabetes was the only variable in play, I wasn't known for packing light. My purse was always referred to as "cavernous," or "enormous," or just plain "holy crap, Kerri, why are you bringing such a big bag?" At any given time, I had my meter, a jar of glucose tabs, a backup infusion set, an insulin pen, a rogue bottle of test strips, and some kind of granola bar on me at all times. (Vlog about that here - and by the way, I just realized I was pregnant in this vlog but didn't know it yet. :) ) This was in addition to all the other nonsense that I travel with (wallet, car keys, gum, lip gloss, etc etc etc for evah).
But I never, ever anticipated how much STUFF would come with BSparl. Aside from the epicness of her baby bag (vlog about that here), just heading out for a day at the beach becomes akin to packing for a sojourn across the desert. And when you add me and BSparl to the dynamic duo of NBF and her seven month old daughter - holy antithesis of packing light!
Two strollers, a beach tent, buckets full of toys, bottles, diapers, wipes, plastic bags to discard the nasty diapers, an inflatable pool (do NOT ask), the magical Bumbo seat, countless towels, pacifiers, teething toys, and three vintage Volkswagen Carmengias. (Fine - kidding about the cars, but we basically had everything we owned out there on the beach. For two ladies to trek this stuff across the sand was like a crusade.)
If there were ever any hopes of me packing light, they're certainly dashed to bits now.