Will’s “For the love of all things holy, dad! Hand over the frozen yogurt!” face
This weekend we:
made our (second) attempt at visiting the new Martin Luther King Jr Memorial, but owing to a rather rare and surprisingly vocal vote of descent from the youngest member of the group, we ended up instead making a frozen yogurt run on F Street. A certain young teething someone was thrilled.
We walked around Georgetown, refreshing the Zillow app every few blocks in the vain hope that someone may have dropped the 1 from their 1.3 million dollar asking price. Surprisingly, this has yet to happen. Not even on the block across the street from the most picturesque fire station in America.
We went to brunch for Father’s Day. Will drank from his first official restaurant kid’s cup and I nearly cried. Then he tried some potatoes…and put them in his hair. Phew, I guess he’s still a baby after all.
I didn’t even realize it until this morning but the only “present” Chris ended up with on his first Father’s Day was a six pack of athletic socks. It was sort of an accident, but seriously?? Aren’t there bad jokes and corny Hallmark cards about that sort of thing? All I need to do now is give him a bad tie or a toolbox for our anniversary and we’ll have the man-gift cliches covered.
We had a diaper malfunction situation not once, not twice, but three times this weekend as we were walking around town. Never were we less than a mile from home. Kind of icky. I don’t think I would, but should I ever try to sell my Ergo second-hand, make a mental note here and now not to buy it from me, ok?
Before we left for China our favorite thing to do on the weekends was take long looping walks around the city. Now that we’re back here in the land of clear blue skies and zebra-striped crosswalks, we’re back at it and making up for lost time. We walk for groceries, for dinner, for no reason other than because it’s a beautiful morning. We walk so much that we tend to crawl into bed on Sunday nights tired and sore from covering so much pavement. I love that the worst things that can possibly happen to a pedestrian here are sore feet and getting stuck behind a very slow family of camera-wielding tourists. Talk about first world problems. It’s fantastic.
While we walk, we talk and point out the sights to Will as he
destroys rides along in his Ergo. We play a game of watching passers-by and trying to guess their stories–who’s out on a first date, who’s meeting their girlfriend’s parents for the first time, and so on and so forth. Do you ever play that game?
How was your weekend? What did you do?
On tap for the week, among other things: how to create cool photo effects without a lick of editing software and a Life Lessons post on learning from and assimilating into local cultures. Speaking of which, if you have any stories, posts or experiences to share, let us know in the comments!