Harry and I were sidekicks on our downtown adventure to explore DC while Mommy and Aunt Meghan ran the Marine Corps Marathon on Sunday.
He watched out the front window of the Metro train as we sped into the city from home, meeting a few other kids on the way who were also going to watch parents in the race.
We trekked across Memorial Bridge to our first spot just below the Lincoln Memorial
But we were a little early, so we decided to check out President Lincoln, since Harry had just seen his picture in a magazine... lots of steps
And then... the big guy
Back to the race, and watching for Mommy & Aunt Meg. Unfortunately, Daddy's math isn't as good as it used to be, so we only caught Mommy on the course once...
Back towards the finish to catch up with everyone, even Miles!
It was quite a day. I think Harry even had fun hanging out with me (that's not necessarily a given, certainly lately).
However today was a different vibe altogether... though let me stress through
no fault of Harry's.
Everyone was still tired this morning from Sunday's travels... on foot, by train, by cab, you name it, we covered a bunch, and in massive quantities! So no one really wanted to get up, save for little sister... which meant everyone was up early, for an early departure, so we could get Aunt Meg to the airport on time, get A to school on time, get H to school on time, and ultimately get Daddy to work on time.
Then Bailey decided it was as good a time as any to make things a little more exciting. As she is wont to do, whenever any kind of bag/satchel/container/etc is left within her reach (or even without), she gets overly inquisitive, so much so that tasting things becomes a really good idea... so good in fact that things that would normally be far beyond her reach, even locked up, would really hit the spot.
So several prescription & OTC medications later, Bailey once again found herself cowering in the backyard, a victim of induced vomiting. As also tends to happen, the repercussions always seem to last longer than anyone expects, and some kind of floor covering once again found itself very evident of Bailey's previous presence.
One very late meeting, soiled carpet & couch, crying hungry baby, and scared little boy (from watching some show upstairs that had evil-doers changing people's hair color with some kind of wand-esque thing) later, we all had quite the Monday today. Throughout it all, Harry remained quite cooperative, much more so than had been the case in the previous week... so it's still looking pretty good for that light saber... we'll see.
