Traveling Adventures with a 7 year old...

Last week, after months of daily harassment from our son, we decided to take a quick trip to Mexico City to visit Eduardo. I was diligently searching Expedia, Mexicana and Travelocity websites for flights deals because the prices were around $350 for each of us. After taxes it was nearly $1,000 for 2 round trip tickets. On top of that it was Semana Santa (Holy Week) in Mexico. Way too expensive So we finally caught a break on Delta for $200 for tickets.

Flying Delta wasn't as bad as many people have told me. I usually fly Mexicana because of its flexibility, low prices, direct flights and FREE meals. With Delta I had to fly specific flight times (boo!), pay a decent price for tickets, take a connection in Atlanta and PAY for my meals. Blah.

As I mentioned it was Semana Santa and our flight was packed with families traveling with kids. It wasn't bad because for the most part everyone was pretty quiet. However the flight from Atlanta to Mexico City had such horrible turbulence. Horrific. It certainly didn't help that with each bump, shift or jolt every kid was screaming. I swear I was on the American Eagle at Six Flags Great America. I guess the good thing that it was screams of delight and not terror. It still was not comforting. I almost lost my $5.00 cheese and fruit plate I just finished eating.

As we landed in Mexico City I knew the drill. Go to the bathroom and make sure Aaron went to the bathroom before we got into the line at Customs. Its so long and I wanted to avoid getting out of that line at any cost. So we walked calmly to the bathroom and Aaron laid a bomb which was great because I knew he wouldn't bother me about going to the bathroom.

We then went proceed to the line.

Aaron starts to fidget...

Me: What's wrong...?

A: Are we done yet...?

Me: Nope the line is slow...

A: Mommy I'm so hot....

(I remove his sweat shirt because it was hot in there)

A: Mommy I don't feel so good...

*Cough, Cough, Gagging*

Me: What's wrong!?

A: I NEED SOME WATER!!!

(Me frantically looking for the 3.00 bottle of water I bought, congratulate myself for finding it, hand it to Aaron)

By this time we've progressed to the middle of the line.

A: MOMMY!!! I HAVE TO GO CACA!!!

(I've told Aaron time and time again to whisper in my ear when he has to go #2 but he's still learning)

Me: Please baby, we're almost done, you have to hold it.

A: MOMMY!!! I HAVE TO GO CACA!!!!

Me: Babe there's a bathroom right outside that door can you please just hold it?

A: MOOOOOOOOMMMMYYY I got diarrheas! THE BATHROOM IS RIGHT THERE!!!

(Yep, the plural version and he's pointing to the bathroom we just used)

Me: Barnacles Aaron you just went to the bathroom!!

(I really don't want to get out of line because it's so freaking long!)

Aaron finally manages to wait and when we get to the customs agent he practically screams at her "I HAVE TO GO CACA!"

So I'm telling the woman (in spanish) please please hurry he's got diarrhea!

She stamps our passports and we take off like bullets to the bathroom. After he's done he says "Whoa Mommy I'm so hungry!"

Ya I bet.

By the way, I didn't mention the two times that Aaron undid the rope guards while we were in line. The zipper belt flew back into its place only after it slapped someone in the back....