Monday night the hubs and I had tickets to see the Minnesota Twins play some (rotten) baseball, and although we had someone to watch Abbers, we decided to bring her along. It’s one of the few games we had tickets to with just the two of us, so it was worth the shot.

Overall, she was good. However, it was a great second test to see how she’ll do on our trip – specifically on the airplane. Without a seat of her own.

Result? SHE IS SQUIRMY. MY GOD, she is squirmy. We must have passed her back and forth about 30 times in the first inning alone, as well as her modifying her position in our laps a billion times.

So THAT’S why people say the littles should have their own seat.

(If you’re wondering why I haven’t posted any ADORABLE pictures of her at the game, it’s because WE BROUGHT A TODDLER TO A BASEBALL GAME and I didn’t have a third arm to take a picture with. Toddler wrangling should be a sport.)

Anyway, we ended up leaving the game around the 5th inning because her highness was getting tired and was signaling we needed to go. I was pretty panicked at the thought of our flight, but the hubs reminded me we just endured 5 innings of baseball without toys or a DVD player. A little less than two hours of keeping a child entertained with funny faces and french fries. Not too bad.

We leave for our trip tomorrow.

(I haven’t packed anything yet and have to get laundry done tonight on top of packing.)

(I’m just a little panicky.)

(And I’m serious about toddler wrangling being a sport. Do you see this face? SERIOUS.)

I’ll more than likely be tweeting the hell out of our trip, and maybe a “post” with pictures while we’re away.