And since Brandon was gone for the whole week, my sister came up to visit. She are I are the only ones with children in my family, and thankfully her children's ages line up neatly with mine, so our children are best friends. We always try to get together whenever I'm in town so they children can
Her children have never been to DC, so we spent the week exploring the sights. Well, some of them.
We started seeing clouds gathering while eating lunch next to the reflecting pool and so hustled everyone 1.2 miles to the nearest museum, the American History Museum, getting there right as the severe thunderstorm warnings hit. Everyone was reasonably soaked, but the water dried as we took in a few select exhibits (a gunship, the first lady dresses, and the flag) and made it over to the natural history museum to see the shiny gems and taxidermied animals.
My sister's children had never ridden a metro before, so we took the metro in to downtown the next day for some more museum time. They had a great time trying to stand up while the train stopped and started and everyone loved having their own card to pay the fare with. I managed to lose both Eleanor and Sophia at the natural history museum and we instituted more frequent head counts for the rest of our trip.
We spent the final day at the zoo, making it through most of the zoo (a personal record with my children; usually they quit after half) before everyone decided that lunch and swimming would be more fun. Even though they had walked over three miles that morning, the children played in the pool for over two hours before we made them come in for dinner.
Friday morning my sister left. All the children protested that they wanted to spend another week together, but my sister and I had definitely had enough of ten noisy, energetic, occasionally quarrelsome children being stuffed into a three-bedroom apartment. But it was fun while it lasted!