Could You, Would You, on a Train?

Being the mother of two under two for a few more days, I hereby give myself permission to post events terribly out of order. Otherwise I'll never catch up. So you'll have to wait longer to hear about our trip to Seattle, my brother's wedding, our trip to the beach, etc. Tonight I want to tell you about our trip to the National Aquarium on Tuesday.

My friend Betsy organized a trip to the National Aquarium in D.C., and the "easiest" way to get there was by Metro. I doubted that sincerely, but decided we'd give it a go. Neither of my kids had ever been on the Metro before, so I recruited the best mothers helper ever, 11-year-old Anna, and the four of us went on an adventure.

Here are photos of my kids on their first train ride:

The aquarium was pretty fun, and an added bonus is that the place was completely dark except for the exhibits, so Katie actually paid attention to some of the fish and animals. Then she completely melted down (did I mention she gets jealous sometimes when I'm holding Joshua?). Still, we were there a solid hour before we had to leave.

This was my favorite fish because it reminded me of an American flag:

Located between the Metro and the Aquarium is the National Museum of American History, which our architect friend Mike recently helped to redesign, so we made a brief stop there on our way home. From what I could see, the redesign is modern and gorgeous, and Katie was especially excited at the one exhibit we visited: Oscar the Grouch (aka "Ah-juice") and Kermit the Frog (aka "Frog")!

By the time we got back to the car, we had been on FIFTEEN elevator rides (it would have been 16 except I got impatient one time and just took Katie's stroller on the escalator instead) and all of us were totally wiped out. I lined up my exhausted kids in the back of the SUV for a joint diaper change:

and we headed home. That afternoon Katie slept for more than 3 1/2 hours, and even then I had to wake her up for dinner. That's double her normal nap. :-)

New Ways to Celebrate Independence Day

Going to see fireworks was too daunting an idea for us this year. Not only would we be racing the clock re: Katie's bedtime, but we'd also have to deal with annoyances like heat, mosquitoes, and shuttles to and from fireworks displays. Instead, we spent the day with our best friends Dave and Sara and their son Daniel, who is 2 months older than Katie.

First our friends Jay and Karen had us two families over to their house for lunch and a pool party. Later in the evening, D, S, and D came over to our house. Between dinner and the time fireworks were shown on TV, Sara and I ended up giving our babies a bath together while our husbands caught up on some old lacrosse tapes. We figured it would make good use of our time, as well as give us an incriminating photo to pass around when Katie and Daniel are both teenagers:

The next morning my friend Jessie took advantage of the fact that the DC tourists were all still asleep after a late night of fireworks, and we went paddleboating in the Tidal Basin for her birthday. The other boat pictured is her parents'.

When I arrived home, John had finished installing the new toddler swing that Katie had received for her birthday from my brother Jason and his family. Katie's mother's helper, Anna, was pushing Katie and her two favorite stuffed animals, and Katie was thisclose from sleep.

Katie loves this new toy! And she loves Anna. Tomorrow we're going to the pool with Anna and her family. And earlier this month Anna came over and introduced Katie to the toy that John and I gave her for her birthday -- an inflated pool full of balls.