I am over my diaper bag.
As diaper bags go, I really love(d?) mine. My dear friend, Kathie, gifted me with a Petunia Picklebottom boxy backpack when I was pregnant with Abbey, and I was so pleased with the design and utility of it that I didn't even buy a new bag when I had Dylan.
Yet, I'm over my diaper bag. And your diaper bag. Any diaper bag, really. I lust after slouchy hobos, satchels with delicate feminine details, shiny patent bags. I already keep an "emergency bag" in my car with extra dipes and wipes and a change of clothes for both kids, so I'm never completely empty-handed.
As Dylan slides into his second year, I am becoming obsessed with starting to think about making the transition to a lovely, oversized purse* that will comfortably house a sippy cup, a bottle of water, a couple of snacks.
And a small pack of baby wipes.
*Now I just need to find something I love. With a practical price tag (that's the hard part, right?)
we visited the Morley Candy Factory with our MOMS Club this week
blissfully unaware of what he was missing, Dylan was just thrilled to roam the store
he chased a gleeful Abbey while I chased him
their laughter made the candy the second sweetest part of the day
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