Citizenship

E's at her Spanish lesson, so its me and B tonight. Gave her a bottle and she's quiet in her crib for a few minutes. We went to Madrid on Sunday so we could get to the Polish Embassy first thing (first thing with a baby in tow is, like, 10 am) Monday morning. We figured the 380 mile ride would be a good warm up for our first over-nighter. Bianca was very good on the trip and only when we got off the ring road in Madrid did she start to fuss. She had a big, smelly poop and E was afraid to make eye contact with her b/c she had a look that was saying "I know I pooped, you know I pooped, why is nothing being done about it." But I couldn't stop in Madrid traffic so we could change her. It was then that the GPS proved itself. With a crying baby in the back and a mother trying to soothe her, the computer voice took me right to the front door of the hotel. I'm not sure how we would have managed looking at maps. The car, I'm driving a BMW 120D now, was packed to the gills. E remarked that no wonder Americans have big cars, with more than one kid you can't pack for an overnight trip with European trunks. This led to a ever expanding series of vehicle jokes, minivan, bus, small cargo plane etc. We got to the Embassy, turned in her pictures and her paperwork and now just have to wait a month for them to mail us her temporary Polish passport. We drove back on Tuesday with Bianca sporting her 'baby's first Halloween' onesie. All the staff at the rest stop cafe thought she was cute, which we agreed with of course.