After our play date, we returned to the car for more adventures northward. Our next stop was downtown Washington, D.C. We found a bed and breakfast that was kid-friendly right around Dupont Circle. We were pleasantly surprised since you usually never see 'bed and breakfast' and 'kid-friendly' together. It ended up being delightful and perfect for our adventures. However squeezing two pack'n'plays in a queen size bedroom made things interesting but doable.
We arrived close to bedtime and Gavin was still wired with energy. While Sean put Logan down for the night, Gavin and I took a walk around the neighborhood. We were just minding our own business playing the 'run/walk' game when we happened to come upon a firehouse in the middle of the city. Most of the firemen were sitting out front waiting for a call when Gavin shouts "FIRE TRUCK!" Gavin was so excited and the fire chief just happened to hear this little boy's excitement. The fire chief then made the rookie give us a tour of both the water truck and ladder truck. Gavin loved it, and I loved it too. Watching my son's total elation was priceless. I was so consumed with his excitement that it did not dawn on me to capture this with pictures on my phone until the last few minutes. I do not know if Gavin will remember this experience when he is older but I certainly will. It was priceless.


The next morning we woke and magically Logan had discovered his feet. Anytime he is without a toy now, Logan will default his amusement to his feet and toes. He rolls into a long, tiny ball. Adorable.

After the breakfast part of our accommodations, one member of our family promptly fell asleep.

While Logan slept, we walked around the Mall and its surrounding monuments and memorials.
Here we are at the Washington Monument.


In the picture below, you can see our next stop on the left in the distance.
(The Lincoln Memorial and Reflecting Pool)


Those of us who can walk in the family took a very long walk to the memorial. And it was HOT!
Did I happen to mention that Washington D.C. was experiencing record heat of almost 99 degrees?
Cool, or quite the opposite actually.



Gavin is growing increasingly tired. I mean look at all those steps above!
Having ptosis in his right can sometimes be a great indicator to us when it's time for his nap. When Gavin is especially tired, he has a hard time trying to keep both eyelids even. And when he is tired, obedience tends to blow away in the wind.
Hello, Mr. President.

I did not know Sean had captured this moment until we got home, but here is proof of Gavin's fatigue. Just laying around the feet of Mr. Lincoln.


I would like to interrupt this post and talk about the woman below holding the tan purse talking on the telephone. Countless people asked her to move her conversation elsewhere since she was not there taking a picture. She was just talking and standing when we arrived, and she was just talking and standing there when we left.

After a quick, shaded picnic on the lawn of the Lincoln Memorial, we took another long walk back to the Archives. Guess who fell asleep this time?

The Archives did not allow photography inside the building to help preserve the integrity of the documents (think Declaration of Independence, the Constitution, Bill of Rights, etc.). Once inside there was a pretty long wait (30 minutes or so), but the cool air condition made the wait bearable. However to our surprise, the officials jumped us to the front of the line since we had strollers in tow. We felt a bit guilty but since Logan's feeding time was quickly approaching we were grateful for the break.


After a quick ride home on the Metro, we rested a bit and cleaned ourselves up for dinner. We felt adventurous and in the mood for a new style of food. Thus we landed at the Dahlak Eritrean Restaurant. Have you ever had eritrean food, let alone heard of eritrean food? Well in case you are unfamiliar Eritrea is a country in northeast Africa. It was not horrible but let's just say we will not be seeking out eritrean restaurants in the future. In case you are wondering what Gavin had for diner, we ordered spaghetti for him and I am 98% sure they ran across the street to the italian restaurant to get it. True story.