My mom brought over my 10-year old goddaughter for a 9-day visit. We were supposed to all go to WDW last year but she caught a bad stomach flu and we had to cancel her flights. This year she made it here instead and I took a week off from work to see to her.
Poor girl had a rough time in the airplane (her first time). She threw up... a few times... She has a major issue with motion sickness. My aunt (her Mom) called every time. I mean, like, 3-4 times a day. The phone bill is going to be huge...

It was practically the first time I spent quality time with her. She was about 18 months old when I moved to the US, and all other times I went home to visit we had limited time together since she was always busy with school. It was a nice change, a bit of pink in my life, since I live in boyzone with hubby and little T. She's a girly girl, very much into HSM/Hannah Montana, always dressing up to go out: perfume, earring and hairpiece. Plus she's a ballerina. She had had her first communion earlier this year and was all excited to attend mass in English.
The week was busy. We went to a baptism, followed by lunch at the parent's house. We went shopping at the outlet mall (we're girls, after all). We went to the White House, the National Zoo, the National Aquarium, Build-A-Bear workshop, water park, putt-putt, fed the ducks, saw a movie. You name it, we did it. It was a busy week. Plus on Saturday I dragged the poor girl on a metro-and-on-foot tour of DC. We were our pedometers. We walked 10 miles on that day. We were exhausted. But we were happy.
They're leaving today. Last night she laid on my lap and had a good cry. She said she didn't want to go back home. She wanted to stay here, that the trip was way too short. So I tried to cheer her up and we made some chocolate lollipops together. Oh, yeah, I had baked her a Hannah Montana guitar cake when she arrived.
LOL moments of the trip:
- I walked her to the FBI building. She was curious cause we had watched one episode of the X Files and her late daddy loved it. So, we get to the front of the building. She poses for photos and then turns to me and asks "so, where's the entrance?". I wish it were just like that!
- I drove her to the National Cathedral. So I go park the car in the garage and it says "4 bucks an hour". I was not pleased, I admit, but we went in. So we get to the Cathedral and it's closed. I look at the timetable and it said "closes at 4pm". Ok, so 4 bucks were wasted... but we take a few photos and then I go back to the parking garage to pay for my ticket. The machine says "6 bucks". I was so upset. So I march my way to the security dude, then I glance at the table of prices and ALL the way down it says "saturdays: 6 bucks". So, I go back and pay for the fare, thinking 'the church is stealing me money' (think Mr. Krabs)... I put in a 20-dollar bill and the machine gives me change in 14 one-dollar coins. I deserve it...
- we had signed up for a White House tour. Big bureocracy, I had to go through my congressman months in advance, submit SSN for a background check, the whole nine yards. Read through security procedures, you could basically bring your ID and an umbrella. Hubby thought it was the best thing in the world. So we get there, they hand us a couple of maps, tell us it's a self guided tour and that's that. We saw, like, 3 rooms, and had to leave. We were just staring at each other going "huh, they call this a tour?". Oh yeah, we passed by a china cabinet. My goddaughter points to a bowl, turns to me and says "look, grandma has one just like that!". I tried not to laugh to loud cause it's the WH, you know? Well, there was a family having a guided tour right before us, so I kinda tagged along at one point. So I start translating the stuff back to the girl, how the red room has fabric on the walls, and she goes like "oooooooooh, can I touch it?". "Yeah, if you want us to go to jail...".
Saving the best for last:
- we went to see Wall-E (which deserves a separate post by itself). There were 4 of us (me, kiddos & my Mom), so we purchased 2 combos (large coke + large popcorn) to share. Of course the food cost and arm and a leg, so since they refill the large sodas I figured I might as well take the refills home. So, we get to the car and I tell my Mom they should carry those in the back seat. My Mom says that's what the cup holder is for. True, but we're talking about 2 large sodas (32 oz? I'm still in the metric system, ok?). The cup holder in my car has 2 "
mobile hands that grab the drink" . You know what's coming, right? So I'm driving, no potholes, no speed bumps, no problem at all, nothing. Then all of a sudden of the sodas collapses! Right in the middle of the car, it makes a little pool underneath where the hand breaks are. The rest flows into a river through the carpet, all the way to the back. I was laughing so hard I thought I was going to crash the car. Oh, yeah, did I mention it was also pouring? And I was driving a stick! One had on the wheel, another one on the soda. Thankfully I was able to pass the soda to my Mom when I stopped at the red light and the it made home safely.
It was fun! While it lasted...