Warning: This page contains super cuteness and historical themes.
Fluffy keeps asking to go to “the place where George Washington died.” So we took advantage of the amazing weather yesterday and went to Mount Vernon. We usually don’t brave the lines for the house tour anymore unless we have out of town guests because you can’t take the stroller. I put Peppers in the carrier on my chest, and carried Salty on my hip. I may need to rethink this. Peppers is slightly heavier, which is why I put him in the carrier, but Salty is so much squirmier that my left arm nearly fell off.
So we got to the room where Washington lived, slept and died, but Fluffy was unimpressed. Turns out, she meant she wanted to see the tomb where he was buried. Grrrrr!! Fortunately it’s an easy stroller ride down a steepish hill to the family tomb for Fluffy to pay her respects. Unfortunately, by this time, Fluffy is so tired, I end up pushing 50lbs of baby, 44lbs of Fluffy and all of our equipment back up the steep hill. I think that hill gets longer and steeper every time we go.
Everything about Mount Vernon is awesome. The children’s center even has costumes!
There was a lot of “It’s past my nap time!” whining and crying and eventually sleeping in the rush hour traffic on the way home, but what a wonderful day we made of it.
If we ever have another boy, we could name him Washington. Call him Little Washy? Hate. It.
|Quick, put two hats on the babies and take a picture before they can remove them. Go!|
|Are you even kidding me with that smile? Are you even kidding me?|
|Or this one?|
|Fluffy would call this a double fail because there is no smile and no looking at the camera. Ah well.|
|The British are coming!|
|Remembered the crackers and Cheerios. I’ve come a long way, baby.|
|Cheers to you, George!|
|I love this stroller because when the boys get tired, they snuggle up and lean on each other. Ohhh my mommy’s heart!|
|Handsomeness pills, I tell ya.|
|Misleading photo: Peppers actually slept much more of the way home than Salty.|