Sunday morning we took Amy to the airport. She was flying by herself for the first time. To go visit Brandy's mom for a week or so... along with all her old Pennsylvania friends. Brandy (and to a lesser extent me) were all nervous about the flying "unaccompanied minor" thing and all that. And sending her off by herself. (Under airline supervision of course.) And Brandy was completely getting hit by the fact that she had never in Amy's almost 10 years been away from her for a whole week.
Of course, Amy was having none of this. As the time got closer and closer, she got more and more excited. We had to wait forever in line to get all our stuff in order. The online kiosks were not working properly. We couldn't have used them anyway since Brandy had to fill out the unaccompanied minor form and get us our "parent passes" to get to the gate even though we were not flying anywhere. But because of whatever problems they were having it took us more than an hour to get set. Luckily security was a breeze this time.
We got to the gate just as they were starting to board. The people said they had been looking for Amy and had called for her on the speakers. (They board unaccompanied minors at the beginning of course.) As Brandy was teling Amy to be good and to behave and to do what they told her and call as soon as she got off the plane in Philly... the croud around laughed somewhat... and Amy was like "of course mom, don't be silly, of course..." and then they said "OK Miss Amy, time to board" and Amy was off like a dart, ready to run onto the plane. (The picture is just seconds before she dashed onto the plane...) She only just barely remembered to turn and wave goodbye to us. And then she was off. Bouncing into the walkway full of energy and excitement. I pity whoever ended up sitting next to her!
Anyway, the flight was uneventful and Grandma picked her up on the other end. They are now a third of the way though the visit or so, and by all accounts having a great time.
Brandy is working on fixing up Amy's room with new paint and a new arrangement and everything while Amy was gone. This was planned for a long time, but recently it wasn't clear if we'd be able to. We've scaled down the plans a bit, but the basics are still happening. Paint and all. And a few other things. So shh... don't tell Amy!
Um, I think Amy might know how to get to the blog, you know.
Perhaps. But she didn't. Ha! And she likes the room.