Category - Adventures

Places we’ve been, things we’ve seen as we travel through life.

Day at the Washington Monument

Would you believe that we had two separate Scout events at the Washington Monument on Saturday?

Our day started off with a ride on the Metro. Any adventure that involves the Metro is a good one for our children. Not having to find parking in downtown DC is good thing for mom and dad. For our train obsessed toddler, seeing the Metro trains zoom in and out of the station was almost too good to be true. That we actually boarded one of these “choo-choos” was heavenly.

The Washington monument is about 3 blocks from the closest Metro station. Not bad for an adult or the one in the stroller, a little harder on the 6 year old who is prone to complaining anyway. Still, we made it to the base of the monument with 5 minutes to spare.

Our first event was a tour of the inside of the Washington Monument with Boo’s Cub Scout pack. They do have public tours, but it’s a hit or miss thing. You have to be inside the monument, looking through the windows and hear them announce a tour to get in on it. Or you can pre-arrange one for a group, like we did. Be warned though, this is not for the faint of knee. There are 897 steps inside, and we walked down every single one. So what’s the point of taking a tour down the stairs? Well for one, you can’t just walk down by yourself, you have to be escorted by a Park Ranger. Second, the inside is lined with memorial stones donated by all 50 states, many foreign countries and other private organizations. Some are very elaborate :

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(from the Sultan of Turkey)

and some are very simple.
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Actually, this one isn’t as simple as it appears. It is made of jade and is worth a 3 million dollars. It is the only memorial stone that you are allowed to touch. Because of vandalism like people carving their names into the stones or breaking off pieces of marble, you may not touch any of the other stones. Not even if you ask nicely.

My legs were getting a little quivery by the end of the tour, but I survived. This morning, though, my calves are quite sore.

logo.gifBy now the whole area was crawling with Girl Scouts arriving for the annual Sing-Along on the Mall. I was a little hesitant about attending this event. I don’t like crowds and I don’t like heat and humidity. I have about zero sense of adventure. But Pumpkin Girl wanted to go, plus this is Sing-Along was celebrating 95 years of Girl Scouts. And it was right here in Washington, DC. How could we pass up this opportunity? Plus, Pumpkin got a patch for her new Brownie uniform. And if you know any Girl Scouts, then you know it’s all about the patches!

We found ourselves a shady place to eat lunch. In the shade and with the wind, being outside was actually pleasant. Pumpkin got a chance to exchange swaps with the other Girl Scouts from around the country. I helped her choose a simple but cute little swap to make. I suspected that she would be hesitant to go up to girls and offer to swap, so we limited ourselves to making just 10 swaps. I thought that would be what she could handle and I didn’t want to end up with a whole bag of unused swaps. Turns out that other girls will happy to make the initial swap offer and we probably could have used another 10 or 20 more of our swaps. It was OK, though. Lots of the older girls offered her one of their swaps, even though she had run out of her own. I thought that really spoke well of the Girl Scouts as a group.

cimg2100.JPGWhen the festivities got started we couldn’t hear from where we were sitting, so we moved out of the shade to be closer to the stage. We ended up sitting directly in front of the White House. I heard that they were expecting over 100,000 people that day. Seeing all the girls moving in groups toward the stage reminded me a little of Moses and the Exodus, without the unleavened bread and bitter herbs.

Boo and Phil were still in their Boy Scoutcimg2106.JPG uniforms from the earlier tour. They got a lot of notice and waves from the Girl Scouts. Boo, being at that age where he’s not really sure about the whole girl thing, didn’t know what to do with all the attention. Once when he waved back, he set the whole gaggle of Girl Scouts giggling (say that three times fast). I overheard one of the moms say “He’s one in a million here today.”

The sun was intense and we only lasted about an hour until we needed to go home.cimg2105.JPG Pumpkin was ok with that, being quite tired and hot herself. She got her patch, did the swap thing and sang for an hour – it was a good day. We only made it halfway back to the Metro station before we needed to buy some ice cold liquid refreshments. I was getting a headache and by the time we got home, I was also feeling nauseated. Doesn’t Philip know better than to let me go outside during the summer? No matter how much water I drink, I’m destined to become a heat casualty. If God had wanted me to be outside, he wouldn’t have provided me with all this indoor air conditioned goodness.

I’m doing better today, but my legs need motrin!

Whatever it takes!

My dear husband has been promising to take me back to Paris, France for going on 15 years now.  We went there for our honeymoon and I’ve always wanted to go back.  But you know how it goes, work, children, Michael’s craft stores and all the fun of the internet have gotten in the way.  This year, though, I’m insisting!  And I don’t even have to worry about airfare.  Check this out – and believe me, it’s worth the minute and a half it takes to do this:

  1. Go to Google.com
  2. Click on Maps
  3. Click on Get Directions
  4. Type in from Washington, DC to Paris, France
  5. Check out line #21

I’m on my way!

(Hat tip to An Island Life)

Mount Vernon

We took a somewhat impromptu trip to Mount Vernon on Thursday.  It was tentatively on the schedule, depending on what the weather did, then off again when the children misbehaved, then back on again when I decided to show them mercy because it was really my bad mood that caused me to cancel the trip.  Thursday morning dawned cool and clear, with chance of rain in the afternoon, and good moods and behavior all around, so we hit the road.

Here’s the children waiting with George and Martha. They are in their scout uniforms because I thought scouts are free during the school year.  Turns out that it was just in February.  They got a lot of attention wearing them.
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On our way up to the mansion we met another homeschooling family that also uses Sonlight!  Phil was wearing our Sonlight backpack, so the other mom started talking to us.  They were visiting from Idaho. 

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This is the mansion and the bowling green right in front.  Ol’ George sure knew how to live!   Below is his view of the Potomac from his back porch.  Very nice. 

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Here are the children sitting on the back porch, enjoying the view.  They’re having a good time, really.
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Washington added a cupola on the roof.  He would open the cupola’s windows in the summer to let the heat out.  I can’t imagine living here without air conditioning!  On top of the cupola is a weather vane made to look like a dove with a twig in it’s mouth.

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To keep all the animals at Mount Vernon from getting too close to the mansion, Washington built a low wall into a hill.  It was better than a fence, because you couldn’t see it!  If you were playing on the lawn and didn’t know the wall was there, you might fall off of it and everyone would laugh.  This may be why these walls were called Ha-Ha walls.  Here are Pumpkin Girl and Boo about to fall off a Ha-Ha wall.
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Here’s  Pumpkin Girl laying a flower on Washington’s grave.  She didn’t attract nearly as large of a crowd as President Bush did.
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We stayed until lunch time and still didn’t get a chance to see everything.  We bought annual passes so we can go back as often as we like.

The National Gallery of Art

Living in Washington, DC has given us such wonderful opportunities for family adventures. We have tried to take advantage of Federal holidays by visiting some of the sites. Our original plan for President’s Day this year was to go to the National Gallery of Art to look at the Renoir paintings. We’ve been studying Renoir, especially his works that are at the National Gallery. However, we heard that Mount Vernon was having free admission today, so we headed there instead.

Our plan was to arrive at about the time they opened at 9 am. We were just a little behind schedule and arrived about 9:20. Already the parking lots were full and we were being directed to overflow parking half a mile down the road where we could board a shuttle. We could see that there was a long line to get in. We do not like crowds and the thought of standing in line all day just didn’t fit with our idea of fun. Plus, it was about 20 degrees and a good portion of Mount Vernon is outside. So we kept driving by the overflow lots and back to DC.

We decided to return to our original plan of visiting the National Gallery. We decided to take a risk and not stop at our house for our GPS or directions. We had a general idea of where we wanted to be so drove on. We found great parking right across the street from the Gallery. Even with that short walk we were practically frozen and very, very glad to have chosen an indoor activity for the day.

The National Gallery is a true gem and is very beautiful inside. Lots of fountains and gardens and places to sit and enjoy life. We were really happy to find these Renoirs, copies of which are hanging in our dining room.

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I was also excited to get a preview of the Monets and Mary Cassatts and even a Raphael that we’ll be studying in upcoming months. I deliberately chose these artists and their works knowing we could see them in person at the National Gallery.

We had lunch at the Cascade Cafe, right there in the museum, with a view of their indoor waterfall. We’ve eaten there before, at Pumpkin Girl’s request. After lunch I had wanted to see an exhibit on Paris, but the museum had been overheated and stuffy and I was developing a migraine. I really wanted fresh air, so we left and went to look for the outdoor skating rink.

A part of the outdoor sculpture garden at the National Gallery is turned into skating rink during the winter. None of us skate, but the children enjoyed watching everyone skating.
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We also enjoyed the sculptures.
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This one, called “Typewriter Eraser” needed a bit of explanation that started with, “Back in Grandpa’s day…”
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We arrived home to the dripping of the snow and ice melting. Bip had fallen asleep and my headache was terrible. He and I slept for 2 hours, then I slept another hour and by 5:30 my headache had subsided. I think it’s time that I go see a doctor for these headaches. I’m pretty sure they are migraines.

But we had a great day overall. We have rain in the forecast which will hopefully get rid of this dangerous ice.

Hot Dog Anyone?

So what do you suppose is right in the center of one of the world’s most secure building?

A secret entrance to a tunnel? An ultra secure briefing facility? A fall out shelter? Jimmy Hoffa?

Would it surprise you to know that right in the center of the Pentagon, the worldwide command and control center for the United States Armed Forces is…a hot dog stand?

It’s true!

From a DefenseLink News Article:

“Rumor has it that
during the Cold War the Russians never had any less than two missiles
aimed at this hot dog stand,” Brett Eaton, an information and
communications officer for Washington Headquarters Services, said while
standing in front of the building. “They thought this was the
Pentagon’s most top secret meeting room, and the entire Pentagon was a
large fortress built around this hot dog stand.”

Reportedly, by using satellite imagery, the Soviets could see groups of
U.S. military officers entering and exiting the hot dog stand at about
the same time every day. They concluded that the stand was the entrance
to an underground bunker. “They (Soviets) thought the officers were
going to get their top secret briefings in a protected area, but really
they were just going to get lunch,” Eaton said with a chuckle.

Well, this hot dog stand has not been used for a few years and it’s days are numbered. It’s being replaced with a new eatery that will have indoor seating and restrooms and serve breakfast and lunch. It’s scheduled to open in September. (I’m hoping I can finally get my husband to give me a tour of the Pentagon and we can have lunch there.)

You’ll be happy to know that the owl that perches atop the hot dog stand to ward off birds will be placed on the new building.

 

 

Thumbs Up!

If you are in the Washington, DC area, let me give 10 thumbs up to the Festival of Lights at Watkins Regional Park in Maryland.  For $5 a car, the entire family is treated to a wonderful display of holiday lights.  Everyone in our car enjoyed it, thus the 10 thumbs up, even Nicholas, who squealed in delight the whole time.  It took us about 30 minutes to drive through the whole thing and about another 30 minutes to get home, just inside the District.  The Festival goes through January 1st and is free on Christmas Day.  If you’re up for a drive, this is a don’t miss!  Looks like this is going to become an family tradion while we live here.

Pictures!

So which pictures do you want to see first, Disneyland or our damaged house? How about the fun stuff first.

Our Disneyland trip was a great one, despite everything. We went all out this year and got a suite at the Disneyland Hotel. The extra expense was well worth the convenience of being right there to return as needed, being able to have our souvenirs sent to our room, and the chance to swim in the Peter Pan themed pool, complete with pirate ship. This was the view from our room.

Now that Boo is 8, he was able to go on many rides by himself. He was most excited about solo-ing on Dumbo. He also rode alone on the Gadget Coaster in Toon Town and in a moment of parental lapse of judgment, I let him ride alone on Big Thunder Mountain. We all love Big Thunder Mountain, but I haven’t ridden it in years because I have been pregnant each of the previous 3 Disneyland trips. So I was really excited to ride this time and Phil stayed back with Bip. I must have been overcome with anticipation when the attendant asked us if we wanted 2 cars. I said yes and Boo climbed into the car in front of me and Pumpkin Girl. Then it started to dawn on me that I had just let my first born son sit by himself on a roller coaster with just some bar holding him in. No seat belt, so safety helmet, no 5 point harness. He’s buckled in more safely into our minivan! And while he is indeed old enough to ride alone, he’s really tiny and likely to slip right out of the “safety” bar and go flying off. All these thoughts went whipping through my head in the split second before our train started going. My enjoyment of the ride was extremely deminished by worrying about Boo. Every time we slowed down, I would lean forward and beg him to hold on. He’s fine of course. Me, not so much.

The rest of the trip was blissfully uneventful. Besides the whole house flooding thing. Pumpkin got an opportunity to meet several of her favorite princesses. This is my very favorite picture of her having a heart to heart talk with Jasmine.

Jasmine told her that she was a very pretty princess. I think she walked on clouds for the rest of the day. It was well worth the 40 minute wait, complete with an eye-rolling, bored-out-of-his-mind older brother.

Boo got to meet several of his Disney favorites, too.

Bip really enjoyed seeing all the sites. He leaned forward in the stroller and pointed to all the things he liked . Sometimes, though, the expression on his face clearly said, “Does my Nana know I’m here?”


He didn’t enjoy the YoHo-ing Pirates as much as Boo did at the same age. He squeezed Phil tightly every time it got dark or he got nervous. Unfortunately, It’s a Small World was getting a Christmas make-over while we were there and was closed.

I think Bip would have liked it.

 

 

Back from Vacation

We are back from a great Disneyland vacation! Pictures and details will follow soon.  Sadly, we got a call from a neighbor while we were gone that our house had flooded and was damaged.  We finished out our vacation and came home to see the damage.  We’re now in the process of moving into another house and trying to assess the damage.  Most of our personal property is fine, some papers and books are a total loss, but nothing important like pictures, scrapbooks or Longaberger baskets.  So while we’re dealing with having to unpack our whole house just in time for the holidays, I may not be able to blog as much as before.  In fact, this is the first time I’ve even powered up our computer since we left.

All of our house is packed up and waiting to be moved into the new house, which will occur Monday and Tuesday.  We’ll work Wednesday at getting the bedrooms suitable to move in and hopefully be out of our hotel on Thursday.  We’ve already ordered our Thanksgiving dinner from the Officer’s Club on base, so we’ll be over-stuffed as usual this year, in spite of the circumstances.

On top of all this, I’m fighting a cold and Nicholas is cutting two molars.  I’m little tired and worn out, but ok.

Did you hear on the news about a cruise ship having 700 people come down with some virus?  My parents were on that ship!  My dad got sick and was quarantined, but it sounds like they are ok, too.

Friends

As a true child of the 80’s, I have some really good friends that I met over the internet. A group of us met on a board while we were pregnant with our babies due in January 2001. There’s about 10 of us left who still post with regularity. We’ve shared all the details of our lives, painful and joyful and everything in between. Two of my internet friends even came from the East Coast to California for Rebecca’s funeral.

So when I got an invitation to a surprise party for one of them, I knew I had to go. Jen lives about 4 hours away from me, a long drive, but definitely within range. Another friend, Carol, lives near Philadelphia and we planned to drive to her house and visit for the afternoon. Then we’d caravan up to Jen’s party. Sounds like a good plan, right?

All was well for our trip to New Jersey to rendezvous with Carol. No offense here, but as we crested the bridge from Delaware and NJ came into view, I was completely underwhelmed. NJ looks exactly the way I always pictured it. It put all those Bruce Springsteen songs into perspective. No wonder he was always singing about being restless and wanting to get out. But a few miles down the road and off the main highway, things looked better. Carol lives in a cute little town with lots of big, old houses. I called Carol on my cell phone to let her know we were in town and to get directions to the restaurant where we were having lunch. No answer. I knew she was at a doctor’s appointment and I figured she couldn’t get to her phone. We kept driving along to her house. About twenty minutes later, my phone rings.

It’s Carol, telling me that she is right now in an ambulance on the way to hospital!!! Turns out that during the cat scan she was having, she started having an allergic reaction to the dye. She tells me that her front door is open and to make ourselves at home. I get off the phone with her and not a minute later, we pull over to let her ambulance go by.

We found Carol’s house and went right in. She has the cutest little house! We made ourselves at home, rifled through her drawers, opened her closets, used up all her toilet paper. We got ourselves some sandwiches from the Subway that Boo spied down the street and had lunch. We watched some TV and enjoyed a break from the car. I forgot my camera at home, so I didn’t get a chance to take pictures of us enjoying her home. I couldn’t even use her computer to tell any of our other board friends what was going on, just in case Jen was wondering what I was doing in NJ. Carol was getting released from the hospital just as we were packing up to go, so we didn’t get to see her. We had another 2 hours of driving ahead us – we needed to be in PA by 6 pm, so we figured that we could leave around 3:30 and have more than enough time. Sounds like a good plan, right?

Giving ourselves 30 extra minutes as a buffer should have been enough, except for a few things. It was a Friday. It was raining. It was a 3 day weekend. We arrived in Philadelphia at precisely 3:47 and sat in traffic. Every time we thought we were free from the traffic, the cars in front of us were slowing down again. We trudged happily along and finally got off the main highway and headed towards Jen’s tiny little town. Bip chose this moment to want to get out of his car seat. NOW! He expressed his displeasure for the entire last 40 minutes of our trip. By now it’s clear that we’re going to be late to the party. It’s just a question of how late. Are we at risk of running into Jen in the parking lot? Are we going to miss the big surprise moment completely? Hard to tell. I can’t even call anyone and ask because she might answer the phone. So here we are, crying baby who refused to nap the whole time in the car, without Carol, about to be late to the surprise party. Nobody is very happy, but we have to keep going on.

We finally arrived at 6:20, almost 3 hours after leaving Carol’s. As we’re parking the car, I hope Jen doesn’t notice our Stampin’ Up! sticker (she’s also a demonstrator), our homeschooling magnet and our DC plates. Then I see one of her daughters and her husband I figured we missed the reveal. But no! She hasn’t arrived yet! Woo hoo, we made it! We were greeted like royalty by Jen’s mother and MIL and they introduced to everyone like long-lost friends. When Jen was arriving, her MIL positioned us so we’d be among the first people she saw.

When she walked into the room Jen reacted more like, “ah, you got me!” than surprise. She was laughing at her friends and family, then turned towards us. That’s when she got really surprised. She saw us there and her face just lit up. That moment was well worth the drive. We had a good time at the rest of the party, ate way too many homemade Italian cookies (and took a plate of them home), and got a chance to talk to several of Jen’s friends and family. Her MIL tried to talk us into staying over night, but we had to get back to DC.

We drove about halfway home and stayed the night in Delaware. We arrived home around 11:00 am on Saturday, unloaded the car, stretched our legs and headed out again. This time we were only heading across the river to Alexandria. One of my oldest friends, from way back in my Civil Air Patrol cadet days, was in town for the weekend. We were meeting up with her at a local yarn store, then going to lunch. Shanti is an amazing woman. She is in the Navy and in command of her very own ship. I have great respect for all that she has done in her career and I really enjoy reading about her adventures in knitting and in the Navy. She’s inspiration for short women everywhere. After lunch, Philip took the children home and I stayed at the yarn store with Shanti and knit.

I’ve been so busy being Mom the Taxi, Mom the Teacher, and Mom the Mom, that it was nice to be Just Lorri for a few hours. Shanti helped me out with the sweater I’m knitting Bip and I told her everything I know about hermit crab care. I think I got the better end of the deal.

So now it’s only Sunday and I’ve already had a fun, full weekend. It’s not often that I get to see old friends, so I am tired, but happy.

And you’ll be glad to know that Carol is fine and her cat scan turned up nothing scary.

National Museum of American History

We were able to take advantage of Labor Day by going to visit the Museum of American History’s last day of being open. They are closing for 2 years to do some extensive renovation. We live about 15 minutes from the National Mall, and on government holidays, we can usually find parking right in front of the Smithsonian museum that we are visiting. We got there good and early, and were able to walk around the grounds a bit before the museum opened.

One of the first things that we saw was the flag that hung on the Pentagon after September 11.

Here it is at the museum: We also saw the flag that flew over Ft. McHenry, which inspired Francis Scott Key to write the “Star Spangled Banner.” Pictures were not allowed in that exhibit. But this link has a picture, as well as being a really great site to learn more about the flag. You can hover over the flag and learn interesting facts about the flag and its history. There are links about the renovation of the American History Musuem and the new gallery they are building for this flag.

I was impressed at how large the flag was and was surprised to learn that the big hole in it was not from the battle. Apparently, the owners of the flag allowed people to cut pieces from it as souvenirs, including one of the stars.

The museum had a neat display of model ships and this fun masthead.

In the section about American Pop Culture, we saw some of the original Muppets and Judy Garland’s ruby slippers from “The Wizard of Oz.”

They aren’t as bright red as I’d imagined they’d be. The ruby slippers are moving to the National Air and Space museum, just across the Mall, for the duration of the renovation.

We saw these chairs from “All in the Family.”

I immediately got the theme song in my head, and I bet you do now, too…”Boy, the way Glen Miller played. Songs that made the Hit Parade. Guys like us, we had it made. Those were the days.”

Boo and Pumpkin Girl were completely unimpressed by the Bunkers’ chairs. I figured the other pop culture displays would be lost on them, too. They were getting hungry anyway, so we headed downstairs for lunch at the Subway sandwich place in the musuem. Next to Taco Bell, Subway is Boo’s absolute favorite place to eat. We haven’t found one close enough in a good neighborhood, so this was an extra special treat. The restaurant was decorated like a 1930’s era soda shop.

After lunch, we let the kids play at the hands-on science center, wandered around a bit more, then went to the gift shop. Boo bought a key chain for his collection and Pumpkin got George Washington and Abe Lincoln’s families as paper dolls. Paper dolls always frustrated me as a child, those tabs never kept the clothes on, so I turned her paper dolls into magnets. They live on her metal closet door.

Another good day and great fun was had by all.

 

 

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