Um... actually not a lot. But I'm going to share it anyway. 'Cause I'm nice like that.
I bought this diaper bag just before Oliver was born a year ago. Not because it was the most stylish one available, but because of the size and the amount of pockets. (I actually just wrote that. The shame.) And the fact that the exterior is wipeable (I've bloody had it.). I knew, with two kids in diapers, I'd be packing the kitchen sink and its contents for a simple jaunt to the store.
As I stuffed the last few things into it this morning before heading off to nursery school with the boys, I took a step back and observed the demented mass of objects causing the shiny green bag to bulge awkwardly. What the hell did I put in there? I wondered, genuinely confused.
Then, in my sleep-deprived, deranged state, I thought, oh! oh! this would make a good blog post: "what's in my diaper bag"! Yah!
Anyway. This is, apparently, what I deemed necessary to bring with me this morning for a three-hour play session.
Doesn't actually look all that bad laid out neatly on the floor... of course I left out the grungy, food-encrusted bibs, snotty tissues and half-eaten cookies.
Also, I'm snoopy, so if anyone else is stuck for a blog idea - I'd love to see what's in yours.