Monday, 27 February 2017

East/West divide

It was back on the liberal West Coast that we first met the Pellegs; there they have remained, although they moved a little north up to Seattle.  Still, they fancied seeing what Trumpland looks like and so took a cross-continental trip with their three boys over to visit us.

It's always nice to have visitors to remind one how much there is to do around here, and the Pellegs certainly packed it in with trips to museums, monuments, White Houses, Capitol Buildings, etc.  In between, Pete, Ayal and Guy played many games of Monopoly and say-something-silly-then-laugh-a-lot.  Oh the joy!

Thankfully the adults had multiple coffees due to Dana importing Cafe D'Arte beans from the Pacific Northwest.  And they also enjoyed the weather, as temperatures soared into the mid-70s and many confused cherry trees burst into blossom.  You see?  Visit the Davieses and we arrange everything.


You good, Amir?  Great - I'm back off to bed.


Obligatory family photo.


And then time to reminisce about what holidays looked like before children.


Ah yes.  Children.


In beautiful Union Station.


Making stamps at The Postal Museum.


After that we just sent the kids off by themselves.


Pete has made a good start in the family tour guide business.


Extremely arty photo with reflection by someone with an excellent eye for composition.


Guy takes at boat trip at the Museum of the American Indian.


Perhaps we tired them out a bit too much...


At the kids' table.


Inside the Capitol Building, with a statue of a king (of Hawaii).


Adam, the newest member of the gang, who is keeping a low profile at the moment but will soon be running the joint.


In the Capitol Building crypt.


Every state sends two statues to be displayed in the Capitol, but who's this?  Only someone in a very special place of honour.


Under the dome.


Couldn't do worse than our current politicians.



Meeting up with the Murnanes...


...at a restaurant that offered bottomless mix-your-own Bloody Marys (to keep even the biggest kids happy).



Another day, another restaurant, this time with the Muckers (and mimosas).


Ayal, and my Oreo milkshake.


Claire decides boys are best ignored (for a few more years, at least).


Having another child to solve the "who's going to play Monopoly with me" dilemma is radical, but suddenly more attractive.


Driving off into the sunset.