Cherry Blossoms

One of the very best parts of living in D.C. is the cherry blossoms. I'm happy to report that in a very unlike-me moment, on Monday I decided to take the boys downtown...all by myself...on the metro...during Ollie's nap time...to see those bloomin' cherry blossoms. It was kinda thrilling to cast all Erin-ness aside. (I didn't cast aside the part of me that likes to have fun with my kids, just the part of me that likes to schedule it all in advance and not at the same time as nap time.) So while Rhett was at preschool I gathered all the supplies: sunglasses, sunscreen, sack lunch, water, cash for a treat, camera, and hats. When we picked up Rhett, Ollie and I delivered the good news. Ollie had no idea what was going on, but he's 20 months old. I don't expect too much.

The day was lovely. We're experiencing some summer temps (today is likely to be in the upper-80s--wayyyyyyyy too warm for my tastes), so we definitely got warm. But the trees provided enough shade. Rhett did great walking the whole way and no one fell in any water! Success! The only downer of the whole day was our Oreo ice cream bar purchase (see the postscript).











P.S. Okay people, seriously, how much should this ice cream bar cost? And how much do you think it actually cost? My answers: I thought it should cost $1.50, but would probably cost $2.50. WRONG! It cost FOUR DOLLARS. And because it was being kept cold in a cooler with dry ice, the thing was rock solid. What a waste of $4. Rhett didn't even comment on the fact that he had to use his molars to bite into it.


P.P.S. While it's been burning us up here, the weather delivered four feet of snow to my brother this week. I don't know what's worse.