Easter Sunday was the day. The kids woke up to Easter baskets and we got ready for church. There was tons of clothes drama because one freaking day a year, I get to choose what my children wear to church. Of course they had coordinating outfits and number 1&3 griped about theirs all morning. Shoot me. I'm pretty sure that I lost my marbles on them in the car, on the way to church, and told them they were ruining my whole Easter. I'm a really awesome parent like that. After church sped to our favorite Mexican restaurant to try and beat the church crowd and savor the last good meal we would have for a week.
We left for the airport around 3 and there were lots of tears from #2. She does not like for us to be gone. She's a homebody and wants everyone in the family home with her. She's a silent stresser. We get to the airport and have a flight to Charlotte, then change planes and head to DC. The Hubby and I were not seated together on the first leg of the trip. I was in between a man and his 10 year old son. We immediately started talking and come to find out, he had 4 bios and 1 adopted from Russia. Then he goes on to tell me their whole adoption story and how they brought their son home when he was 2.5, like Robee. He immediately started showing lots of anger issues and they couldn't get him to attach. He was violent and harmed himself and others around him. They put him in every therapy known to man and eventually, at the age of 8, sent him to a camp that works with children like him and he will stay there for 2 years and then they will re-evaluate. OMG. Why are you telling me this on the plane when I'm headed to pick my 2.5 year old, adopted son? As if I wasn't already stressed about this whole process.
Then we flew from Charlotte to DC and checked into our hotel for the night. Because we had already received our boarding passes for all 3 flights back in Dallas, I didn't even think to check on our flight status. So, we get to the airport the next morning, go all the way through security and get to our gate only to find out that our flight had been cancelled. Are you for real? Apparently, there was a broken windshield on the plane or something. Can't you just put some duct tape on that and take us to Ethiopia? Apparently not. So, the next flight didn't leave until the next morning and we had a whole day in DC. Not gonna lie, I was actually pretty excited. It was a beautiful day and the Hubby had never been to DC. Impromptu date day?!
So we rented a car and headed to the city. We saw all the sights that we could fit in, got sunburned and leg cramps from all the walking. We ate delicious food, shopped, had the best cupcake of my life at Georgetown Cupcakes and enjoyed our little baby moon before our lives got rocked!