I believe the days of using our pack 'n' play while traveling are over.
While celebrating my mother-in-law's birthday in Plano, TX this weekend, we laid Ellie down for a nap and all was quiet. . . until we heard the door knob jiggle.
The Chunky Chicken "filed" some desk papers, unpacked all of our clothing, relieved the box of its tissues, and removed tubes of toothpaste, Ben Gay, and hydrocortisone from the nightstand. She also attempted to hack into Andrew's computer, but couldn't beat the password protection. Her building blocks remained untouched. Thinking it was all a fluke (yes, we are that naive), we tried the pack'n'play again at bedtime. Cheeky little booger hopped right out like it was nothing and clapped for herself. Cross your fingers that she doesn't try those shenanigans with her crib tonight!