D.C. Trip Day 2

On Day 2, we traveled to see the three buildings that represent the three branches of our U.S. government. But first, a really cool looking corridor. The side of the building said it was the "Post Office Building," as opposed to the "Old Post Office" across the street. However, the glass door entering into the actual office space said it was the office for the EPA. Go figure. We knew best as the place we changed Emerson's diaper.

As we walked NW on Pennsylvania Ave in the muggy heat, the revving of thousands of engines could be heard. Beginning on Constitution Ave near the Washington Mall the "Rolling Thunder" parade of 60,000 motorcycles began. Viewing all the motorcycles over the weekend certainly was a sight to see, but quickly turned into a nuisance when we were trying to get Emerson to take a nap!




















We finally made it to the White House in the late morning and Emerson had already about had it. He was sick of being in his stroller so I was carrying him around while trying to keep his burp cloth on his head to prevent any sunburn. Ah, the joys of parenting. After two months of parenting, you think you've got it all figured out. Everything seems so straight forward. He has a cry for a dirty diaper, a whimper for when he is tired, a scream of terror when he thinks he's going to starve to death, and a pain cry when he needs to burp or pass gas. So, you change him, feed him, burp him, and put him to sleep. Then, he discovers how to fight sleep to the point of temporary insanity. Then, the first vaccine which screws him up for a week (at least!). Then, you go on a trip and mess up his routine and schedule. Then, he starts teething. It's all a nice reminder that you don't know what the hell you're doing and its only by the grace of God that any child survives infancy (or that any parent survives parenting). The Bible tells us that children are a gift from the Lord. I'm guessing that if the authors of the Bible had elaborated on children any further nobody would have decided to become a parent.

And so, since I'm currently dealing with a fussy baby as I type this, I'll stop there and leave you with the following photos.