Bucko, my newly teen-aged little sister, is not a bitch. Whereas no one in my family wanted to hang out with me as a young teen (my own grandmother told me she couldn't stand when I came over because of "the big ass chip" on my shoulder), everyone wants to hang out with Bucko. She's, like, the coolest kid ever. She's always been like that, very mature and easygoing. You can take her anywhere without hesitation because she's never been the kind of kid you can't stand.
We started planning Bucko's birthday surprise about a month before the big day. She'd only been to visit us down here in DC once, back in 2012 when we got married, so I thought she'd enjoy a parent-free trip to the big city before she turned the big 1-3. She was scooped up on a Friday evening by my sister, Robin, and her husband, Zack. Her bag had been secretly packed the night before and she was carted off without a single mention as to where they were headed. I thought she'd figure it out pretty quickly, but she fell asleep early on in the trip and awoke 4 hours later in front of our apartment. Either that or she feigned ignorance so as not to disappoint the adults. She's smart like that.
I pretty much forgot to take pictures all weekend, so I only have a few to share but the ones I did take do a great job of showcasing the wide range of facial expressions my family can pull off. It's impressive.
Saturday found us at Taste of DC, a street fair with cheap samples from a bunch of DC restaurants and food trucks, where we ate our fill of churros, vegan mac n' cheese (a crowd pleaser), collard greens, Cuban sandwiches, cornbread, cheesy empanadas, nachos, egg rolls, and whatever else didn't have an insanely long line (we're not patient people).
Afterwards we meandered downtown for a while then took the train home to take care of the dogs and rest before heading back out to dinner at Matchbox Pizza (we take everyone and Bucko had never been!).
When we got home I busted out the chocolate cake with peanut butter icing I make from scratch for the birthday girl. Everyone was full, though, so we saved it for breakfast the next day. Even better! Fun fact: I love chocolate, I love peanut butter, but I hate chocolate cake with peanut butter icing. Everyone else said it was good, though.
And that was Bucko's Big (Brief) Visit!
Bonus photo: Bucko's always wanted to dye her hair with hair chalk, but had never gotten permission. So of course I bought her a pack and we striped her up good before sending her home on Sunday. It's what big sisters are for.