We have visited the National Museum of American History both Presidents Days that the boys have been alive, so I guess it is a tradition now. I loved it when they had all the greatest hits of the Am Hist museum up as a temporary exhibit in the Air and Space museum during the monster renovation a few years ago because all the cool stuff was so concentrated. There was Lincoln’s hat right next to Seinfeld’s ruffled shirt. There was the desk on which Jefferson wrote the Declaration of Independence beside Carry Bradshaw’s Sex in the City laptop. Okay, they weren’t side by side, but it was all crammed together in one exhibit: Dorothy’s ruby slippers, C3PO, Washington’s livery, Kermit The Frog, Bruce Willis’s filthy tanktop from Die Hard, a sunstone from the Mormon temple at Nauvoo. Now it’s all spread out again and divided into rational categories in the sprawling museum.
You’ll have to excuse the picture quality a bit. Salty the Terrible (below) as the latest act in his Reign of Destruction decreed that all the firstborn zoom lenses should be thrown to the floor and broken. I’m working on a replacement. Of the lens, not Salty. Though now that you mention it….
With Kent there, I was able to take some shots of the boys when they weren’t strapped in to the stroller. We spent most of our time in the transportation exhibit which is a toddler paradise of cars and trains.
The boys locomoted all over the place in their blue “Saturdays”. Though technically, it was a Monday holiday, we wore our weekend coordinated outfits, you know, so we could pick out who goes with whom from the inevitable lost and found portion of the excursion.
Even Fluffy said she preferred the trains and cars to everything else including the wonderful first ladies’ dresses.
Sickly lighting in a metro exhibit combined with a coughing fit produced a Peppers looking horrifyingly like Typhoid Mary. I swear he wasn’t that ill.
At least one person was fooled by the illusion stairs.
Before Fluffy was born, I would have thought this picture came from a futuristic movie with mind-ray cyborgs, but actually, no. It’s just kids at a museum.
Maybe this will turn into a series where we take pictures of the boys in the Hall of Presidents every year. They sure are a lot bigger and more concious this year.
As compared to last:
I’m also going to make a mashup some day of Salty pointing at museums. It will be very, very, very long.
I did step back a couple of times to just let Kent swim with the three runners. It’s a bit of a risk because what if they’re uncharacteristically manageable and then he thinks your life is easy peasy? So whenever I do let him get a taste, I’m secretly thinking, “Let him have it boys!”
And they usually do.
Fluffy chose this as her favorite of all the dresses. I don’t remember which first lady wore it.
This was probably mine. It’s Michelle Obama’s dress from the first inauguration ball. Get a load of that beading on the train. Ooo! I guess this was also my favorite train. Word play!
This was a great one, too, though I forget what years the wicked witch of the west was first lady.
I sometimes forget that the place we live is completely amazing until a shot like this makes me remember, oh, yeah. We live in DC (or thereabouts). How great is that?