Matt took the boys to Washington D.C. for the day on Sunday and was greeted by one surprise after another. Their monthly trips to the city have become "guy time" and Mason and Ethan really look forward to it. Ethan actually tells me "Just Daddy, Etan and Mason. No Mommies allowed." Fair enough. When they exited the subway, there were wall-to-wall motorcycles, otherwise known as Rolling Thunder, occupying all the streets of downtown D.C. Matt said you couldn't even cross the street there were so many. They ended up having to walk from Arlington cemetary to the Library of Congress which is about 3 miles. Are you with me here? Apparently these "guy trips" include conditioning for a half-marathon for little people. Mason has been complaining of sore legs for 2 days now. He can't quite pinpoint the pain so I don't know whether to give him a heat pack, ice pack or a tube of Ben Gay. They did have a blast though and at least they stopped by a couple of museums and grabbed a Rocket pop along the way.
Thank you Nana & Papa Baldwin for the t-shirts from Hawaii!!
