The problem with having a toddler is that they like to get into stuff.
Move things around.
Take the labels off of your seedlings.
Move everything around.
Turn whatever they can.
Put all kinds of seeds into trays.
And generally mess with your shit.
I do not remember what seeds I planted, nor do I remember what seeds are in which tray.
No freaking clue.
Except the herbs. Sort of. The Monkey threw seeds into different planters. I labeled what I did. What The Monkey planted... well, that's a whole different story.
This summer's garden is going to be... interesting...