A belated Happy Memorial Day to all of you in blogland. We returned late yesterday from our annual Memorial Day trip to Washington D.C. (which was interrupted by a two-year stint in Scotland). It felt so right to renew this tradition, and it was heart-warming to return, this time with three children, exposing them to a little piece of our heritage. The holiday weekend was kicked off on Wednesday by a wonderful visit from Nina, Trey's mom. With so much activity, the blog has lain dormant for many days now. I have such a backlog of material that I had to do what all good perfectionists do, make a topic list. With horror I noted that I still have yet to share the photos and tales of my brother's graduation from nearly two weeks ago. Egad! I've got to get cracking. Alas, other responsibilities await me here at home. All of the usual household duties, especially the laundry, have a way of multiplying exponentially when you are away. How does that happen? And for the cherry on the sundae, Davis's teething was also a cold, which has lingered and lingered and lingered. Yesterday, on the ride home I thought he would cough up a lung, and so first thing this morning I phoned the pediatrician and got him an afternoon appointment. He has always been prone to chesty issues (remember our third ambulance ride?), the legacy of an infantile bout with bronchiolitis. I will feel much better once we get the doctor's report. In the meantime, I leave you with the sweet little faces of my three from our recent adventures.
As I type this blog, I can hear Addison saying to Davis, "Davis, do you know God?" "Yes," he replies disinterestedly while moving trains along the coffee table. "God loves you," our little evangelist informs him. He is sitting on the couch reading what looks like an ancient tome. "What are you reading?" I ask. "The Life of God's Children," he answers. Without noticing me at all, he continues to prattle on with all sorts of pious language, some of which makes sense, much of which does not. "God wants you to be so good...All of the bibles I can tell you what it means..." and so it goes.
The picture above was taken yesterday in the food court at the National Museum of Natural History at the Smithsonian where we had to take out a second mortgage to pay for two milks, chicken fingers, and some fruit. Now I remember why I usually pack a lunch.
Davis in Cape May just before we climbed the lighthouse.
Miss Evie snuggling with her Nina.