
We finally arrived...apparently we are on an island...well, a group of islands. We landed on one island and then we had to get back on a plane and go to another island...errrr. Anyway, we are finally here and its grand! The hotel was nice enough to welcome me with my name in bath sponges, awesome! They love me, they really do! Or...perhaps they cater to parents with kids? No, it must be all about me.
Anyway, let me tell you a little bit about what traveling with Mallory means. Simply stated, its not easy...we have to bring a lot of stuff with us. Well, actually, it usually involves sending a box of stuff before we even leave, just so all the goods are there. What goods you might ask? Well, there are a lot...and we're not evening talking about the food.
First off, we have to have to baby monitor. This way, when I'm locked in the closet in my baby-cage and let out wail, mom and not-the-mama will be sure to hear me.

Next, we have to bring my special blankets and toys.
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We have to bring the books mom read me before we head off for a nap or bed time...and of course also sleepy-sheepy (that's what I'm hugging) and my Binky!
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"Luckily" the hotel usually is able to provide a baby-cage, but mom brings my own bumper so that I have familiar smells...well, so things smell like me anyway, I am a big fan of me!

It's, admittedly, a large pain in the pooper, but when Mallory is well rested and happy, everyone is well rested and happy.

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