You know how they say that when you’re getting little kids ready to go outside you spend longer dressing and undressing them than they stay outside?

In this case the infamous “they” are right.

So when I dressed Clara to go out and sled with Ivy and Grandma Mary and then realized that we managed to leave home with no footwear for her whatsoever, I sort of panicked.

Think Jessie, Think!

Lots of socks? No-Clara had no socks, Ivy didn’t have extra.

(Is now the time to mention I’m not great at packing for three girls plus me?)

Ivy’s shoes? Not along.

(Is now the time to mention that last time I forgot even more stuff?)

Random shoes from truck? Surprisingly there was no extra kid shoes in the truck.

(Is now the time to mention that at least we had diapers, my clothes and my wallet along?)

I checked Mom and Dad’s mudroom and found Mom’s old boots.

Perfect.

She could even walk:

Sort of…

(Is now the time to mention I got three kids and one dog to Pewaukee and back with out forgetting any of them? That’s something right?!?)