No, not talking about toting guns gangster-style. This is in reference to the self-induced sweaty, panicky lather I work myself into every time we try to leave for a trip (or the house in general for that matter). And I only have 2 kids. I absolutely cannot imagine how you parents with more do it. You would think packing for my in-laws would be easy. My MIL, God bless her, has almost everything you could possibly need or want for a baby and a toddler. The plan is to leave today at 4:30pm. All I can say to my neighbors–relax. When you see the dark grey minivan packed to the gills with heaven knows what and a psychotic barking dog finally pull out around midnight and then make the requisite 3-4 trips back to get the things we forgot, it is just the Spidel family. You are not being stalked with drive-bys from a local gang.