Weekending

We went to DC to spend a few days together exploring before Aaron spends a few days on business. There were a couple surprises, traveling at teething-toddler-speed, but overall, it was a great family getaway.

There was a whole lot of walking about. Exploring stairs and looking around at nothing in particular.

Babe’s first protest. A passerby, not participant.

Boat loads of frozen yogurt. Three days in DC. Three different frozen yogurt shops. It was hot.

We discovered that farmers markets were the places to be. It was an easy (and cheap) way to get a delicious, nutritious and baby-friendly meal. We went to two.

We got an obligatory shot with the Capitol. A crappy, do-it-yourself shot. Ewan’s sleepy. We’re all hot and sweaty. And my head’s covering the dome. This is the stuff that family memories are made of.

We took many naps in fancy hotels. Without any chores to be done around the house, it was easy to lie down and have a little nap-along.

Lessons we learned:
-Eating at restaurants takes a long time. Several hours each day. Farmers Markets make getting and eating food fast and fun.
-It is boring in a hotel room when the babe is asleep by 8pm and all the lights are off. Thank goodness for streaming netflix and iphone games.
-Downtown DC doesn’t have any play parks. Next time, we must stay somewhere with a playground nearby.

Can’t wait for our next family adventure. There is a debate around here, midwestern vaca staying on a lake in a cabin and playing in the woods or an international trip, probably Ireland on a canal boat.

What do you all think? What would you do?

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  • Heather

    First, Danielle, I have to say that I love your blog. It’s so nice to see what you and Aaron and Ewan are up to and your photos are always gorgeous!

    Second is a point you may feel free to disregard as I am not a parent. My parents saved the big trips until I was a little older. Perhaps for the sake of their sanity, I am not sure, but I really appreciate it now. My oldest memory fragments are of exploring grass and mucking about in mud. The location wasn’t all that important and simply picking berries by a bluff was enough to wow me. When I got a bit older not only was I was able to appreciate the color and difference of going someplace further away but I could keep some of those precious memories for myself. When I talk to my younger brothers sometimes I can remember going someplace really cool that they can’t and I can tell they’re a bit jealous that all they have is the pictures. Anyway, just a thought. Both options sound lovely!

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