So it was just going to be a day trip and I had the diaper bag jam-packed full of ready-made bottles, formula already divided, bibs, socks in case baby's feet got cold in the car, extra outfits, the works. We finally roll outta the driveway around 8ish and head to the Wal to return a redbox dvd rental that was a week past due (oops). Valkyrie- good flick, wasn't terrible. Anyway, I go into the Wal because I needed a beverage before we got on the road and realize I forgot my dang wallet. Luckily we're only minutes from the house and I go back and get it. Whilst inside my house, I say to myself, I'm just gonna grab the whole tub of formula just in case.
So we get about 2 hours away from home and are at a gas station where Jack starts cranking up. I decided to go ahead and fix him a bottle. I go to grab the beautifully meticulously packed diaper bag and realize- oh awesome it's still at the house. Where was my brain? I left to go out of town with no wallet and no diaper bag? This is so unlike me (ha). Lucky for us the exit we stopped at was equipped with a Walmart, so I ran inside for the necessities: new bottles, diapers, and Ming Ming from the WonderPets for Charlie. I had instinctively grabbed the formula so thankfully I didn't have to drop any benjamins to pay for that powdery goodness at the Walmart.
We roll into the Ham just in time for lunch at your favorite and mine- The Tavern on the Summit. Mmmmm grilled chicken salad and sweet tea and maybe a teeny tiny bit of spinach artichoke dip. We didn't have much time, but I made certain we made a trip to my favoritest of favorites, Anthropologie. I tried on a ton of stuff and loved it all but with my amazing restraint, I walked away from the majority of items. I did get a new wallet- finally! Remember the wallet mentioned earlier? The one I forgot? Exactly, it's forgettable. It's horrendous. I've had it since college. Wallets are one of those things where you will never find the one you want if you are looking for it. It has to find you.
Here's a pic of my ghetto-fied hundred year old wallet. No it's not supposed to look "vintage," although it does look like an antique. It is nasty.
Now here's my new one. It spoke to me saying, "Ashleigh, I want to hold all your credit cards and licenses and CPR cards and expired ACLS cards and gift cards that you didn't even know you had." And so I listened. Ain't she a beaut?
It should be dually noted that: yes, I did make Charlie be my hand model for the wallet and also no, I did not put the Cousin Eddie hat on him nor do I know where he found it.
And the beautifully lined interior:
Oh and don't worry- my bag of fresh new merch kept beeping when we tried to leave Anthro which was befuddling the employees. So don't worry- they not-so-delicately proceeded to rip every single price tag off my fresh merch! My jaw was on the ground. We all know ripping the price tag is the best part of buying things. Thanks, jerks.
So then we headed to the photo shoot and then headed out of town. Here's a little excerpt from our attempt to leave town. I'm gonna do it in "that wasn't me" format. Here goes.
Nope, that was not me (or my mom).
That was not me pulling off the road into a funeral home parking lot outside of Birmingham and climbing into the backseat to feed screaming baby #1 and disgruntled toddler #2. Not me. And that was NOT me watching my 6month old have an explosion in his diaper in the carseat while feeding him. Still not me. And that was absolutely not my mom changing said baby in the front seat of the car and disposing of said diaper in a Sonic sack. Nope, not us. And that was MOST DEFINITELY not us leaving said Sonic sack filled with said explosive diaper in the funeral home parking lot. NOT US!!!
*Note- as we were driving off we yelled a big "sorry funeral home" and we feel that made it better. Please don't judge.
All in all, great trip. Can't wait to go back. Miss you my Alabamian friends. We will be reunited soon. Promise.
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