We like to go to Target, me and P. He likes the big red ball or two that greets us at the door. He also likes his popcorn in the seat next to him and an occasional bite of my Target Café chocolate chip cookie. He's recently been yelling "Hi!" and waving to all the models in the wall ads. Comparing belly buttons here, naturally.
We went down to DC again to check out Mr. Lincoln. Parker nicknamed him 'Lin-kit'.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh kay.
Daughter of an optometrist. I had to.
Seven months. Baby is kicking all over, keeping me up at night, and has me daydreaming of my little girl yet to join us.
And gives me a place to rest my TV companions.
Double-fisting it.
We drove to DC the day before the government was on the brink of shutting down to go to one of the Smithsonians. Get it while you can, right?!
No. The street out front was motorcaded with cops and everyone was gridlocked trying to figure out how to get outta there, so we turned around and went to Arlington Cemetery instead. That place is huge, which means the number of tombstones was also incredibly high. We saw tombstones from the 1930s until recent day. It was crazy to think of all the soldiers, veterans, etc. that died honorably and have been buried there, including JFK.
This is the tomb of the unknown soldier. Getting the badge of guarding the tomb is the second-most selective/rare badge awarded in the military. It's quite the honor. They guard the tombs 24 hours a day, regardless of holidays, weather, or terrorist attack. The guard walks the mat with calculated steps and turns (you can see the footprints are in the same spots), the gun always on the shoulder closest to the visitors, and every 30 minutes during the day they change gaurds. This includes reciting a presentation and performing a ritual with their guns.
Steve thought it was overdone, I thought it was cool.
Trying his hardest to keep his little eyes closed and mischievous hands to himself during the prayer.
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