Monthly Archives: November 2011

Bosco

November 19, 2011 By in Travel Tags: , , , , , , 2 Comments

Photo by Chris Lee

The week began very highbrow.  One of my lovely clients gave me 2 tickets to see Joshua Bell, a sort of rock star of the violin world, at Carnegie Hall Monday evening.  Naturally I asked my girlfriend who took me to see Hugh Jackman to join me.

We went to the Redeye Grill first for a glass of wine and some crazy guacamole and then headed in to see Mr. Bell’s lovely violin playing.  The performance was really something, just a really beautiful treat on an otherwise ordinary Monday night.  Plus we had fourth row seats on the aisle, so the way the piano and music-stand were positioned, both Joshua Bell and his pianist were facing us as if they were performing just for us.  Plus the row in front of us had been removed to accommodate a wheel chair, so we could stretch our legs out in a palatial amount of space.  It was like watching Joshua Bell from your sofa.

The only thing that would have made it better would have been if Mr. Bell had descended into the audience to come kneel at my feet and play the violin into my eyes like Hugh Jackman did to us the week before. Alas…the classier art forms don’t roll that way I guess.

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This was Joshua Bell’s thirtieth performance at Carnegie Hall and also the Hall’s 120th anniversary.  This prompted me to do a little research.  Andrew Carnegie was part of the Gilded Age (not the Gilded Age again!) and a HUGE philanthropist.  He didn’t really spend his time climbing social ladders.  In fact, he is quoted as saying,

‘The amassing of wealth is one of the worse species of idolatry. No idol more debasing than the worship of money.’

So he didn’t throw any huge parties at Marble House where a chimpanzee dressed in a tux was the guest of honor (true story).

He spent the first half of his life making a ridiculous fortune and the second half giving it away.  By the time he died, he had donated $350,695,654 for various causes.  That is a lot of money.  Do people give away that much money anymore?  It seems like they go on Bravo now instead.  That’s him above.

Below is the ‘Andrew Carnegie Dictum’

  • To spend the first third of one’s life getting all the education one can.

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  • To spend the next third making all the money one can.
  • To spend the last third giving it all away for worthwhile causes.

And while he did not have a mansion in Newport, he did build the Skibo Castle in Scotland and lived in it. Because why not?

Leaving Scotland and heading back to Harlem, on Monday I received the keys to our new, temporary place via Fed-Ex.  They were not on a key ring, but loose with what looked like a plastic key chain.  I went to go put the keys on my key ring and realized…wow…I haven’t had a home in so long…I don’t have a key ring anymore.  So I put  the loose keys and key chain in my wallet for safe keeping.

After Joshua Bell I jumped onto the 1 train that was just about to leave the station…who knew when the next one would show up, right?  Just as I jump in I hear a ‘ping-ping’ sound…the sound of your change falling out of your wallet and as I turn to look, the subway door closes and I see one of the keys on the floor inside the train and I think…’OH NO!  Did I lose one of the other keys?’  There were three all together.  I look in my wallet and see I have the other two keys…but the key chain is gone.  ‘Whew,’ I think.  ‘That’s no big deal.  I’ll get another one.’

Well dear Reader, it was a big deal because that wasn’t just a dumb key chain, but a key FOB…meaning it had supernatural, electronic powers and you couldn’t get into the building without it.  So guess who packed up all of her belongings and her baby and went to the Beacon Hotel Tuesday night?  I did.

And while it was frustrating and while it was not in the budget it was nice to be back in the old neighborhood.

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It was also fun to have Ellen Albertini Dow, the rapping grandma in Wedding Singer fawn all over the baby in the lobby and ask him why he had to have 2 stuffed animals.  As I left her and walked to my room…I thought…she was J. Peterman’s dying Momma on Seinfeld!  Bosco.

So why was the baby holding onto 2 stuffed animals in the lobby of the Beacon Hotel?  He knew we were moving, that’s why, and he was heartbreaking to watch.  What made it even more heartbreaking was the advice from the Early Childhood Education guru on tour with Michael.  He spoke to her about the baby not speaking 12-18 words yet.  She said not to worry.  It’s very common for kids to regress when they move. (!!!) This, naturally, made me burst into tears.  At the rate we’ve been moving he’s going to regress into a fetus. I’m having fun with our adventure, I am, but it takes the wind out of my sails to think of him regressing…and then as we left Jacques’…he wouldn’t let go of his blue dog or his blue bear.

I had to wait for another fob to come in the mail via fed-ex.  All I’ll say is I had to get all of our belongings into this new, temporary apartment before 4.  That was the one rule I had to follow.  The fob would arrive (at our friend’s on 70th) sometime before 3.  I’ll spare you the details, but after a day that might as well have been a Three’s Company episode I got everything into the new, temporary apartment by 3:15.

Once we were in, it was worth it.  It’s a great studio (it’s great, but it’s tricky with a baby, I couldn’t do it permanently). Technically we’re still on the Upper West Side up here on 110th, but it’s very different from the Upper West Side of the 70th block.  It’s Seinfeld’s New York City up here.  You have your deli, your bagel shop, your diner.  I saw three girls having a girl’s night in sweatpants with no makeup.  Definitely not Carrie Bradshaw’s New York. We love it, though.  It’s very residential and right by Riverside Park which the baby LOVES.

So when are we moving into our new place you ask?  Ah…well…perhaps you can all help keep me from having a nervous breakdown…we all know one’s been brewing don’t we?  So, on Thursday they told Michael the following…Friday (as in yesterday) the city came to do the final lead test.  They will mail the certificate in 3 to 5 days.  So, already that means we’ll be at the temporary place at least until the 28th.  3 business days means

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Monday/Tuesday/Wednesday and then, of course, Thursday is Thanksgiving.  So let’s just say, they get the paper on Monday the 28th.  Then the management company runs a credit check and gives us a lease, if we are indeed the people they want to give the apartment to.

I’ll be honest and tell you I am pretty stressed out over here.  This is how my brain works…and I’m not sure I can do much about it until the lease is signed and we’re in.  Wish us luck please.  I just want to get the little man settled now.  I can do 2 more weeks of this.  But I think that might be all I have in me.

The Homelessness Continues

November 14, 2011 By in Travel Tags: , , , , 6 Comments
The Homelessness Continues

On Monday, our illustrious Peter loaded us all into his jeep and drove us to Providence, Rhode Island. The baby got carsick and vomited all over the back of his car.

Sorry Peter.

We went into the Providence Performing Arts Center to see the Les Mis load-in. What a beautiful space. It was built in 1928 and was so over the top, it reminded us of the Palais Garnier.

Peter and Michael got to get a little work done while the baby and I hightailed it to Newport to check out some Gilded Age mansions.

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The baby was adorable and as well behaved as ever, but the Newport thing was a bit of a fiasco. I LOVE the town. It’s a real New England summer town with little shops, churches, bed and breakfasts. But the Newport Cliff Walk isn’t stroller friendly…it’s a cliff walk after all. You can’t bring your strollers into the mansions either, which is fine, but imagine…you’re standing in the foyer of The Breakers, the Vanderbilt family mansion, and right in front of you is a set of fabulous furniture from the 1800s with signs all over it that say…

DO NOT TOUCH THIS FURNITURE

And the only thing separating you and your 18 month old’s sticky hands from a potential disaster, is a thin, velvet, rope about the thickness of a garden hose.

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So I held him through the whole tour. This also hindered my ability to listen to the audio guide they gave me because  it looked like a remote control…the baby’s favorite thing…WITH headphones attached. He must have thought he was in heaven. So before I got out of the foyer he was wearing the headphones and pressing all the buttons and I have to say it kept him pretty entertained while I took in the rooms. He’s getting heavy though so I did the quick tour and decided that one day, when he’s a little older, we’ll go back and stay in a bed and breakfast and do the Cliff Walk and the rest of the mansion tours without the stroller. Until then…

When we returned to NYC, I stopped by our (hopefully) new apartment on the Upper West Side and they gave me a tour.  It’s fantastic.  I love it.  If it really, honestly, actually becomes ours, I will post a virtual tour.  Until then, it will be done November 15th, but we probably can’t move in until December 1st because they are waiting for the lead certification papers from the city.  We have to be out of Jacques’ by the 15th.

Eeeeeeeeeeegads!

Naturally I panicked and ran through a series of panicky thoughts and then I remembered this flow chart from Leigh’s blog, in case i’m gone.  Was this going to be another pain in the tukus?  Yes.  Was it unsolvable?  No.  I mean just because I have to be out of Jacques’ in a week with all my stuff and a baby with nowhere to go for 2 weeks is no cause to worry right (!?!), right, RIGHT?  I’ll figure it out.

And I did.  Of course with Michael’s help.

Making Our Way Downtown

So I discovered Jacques’ place is sublet to someone new starting 11/16, but of course, Michael had it covered. A colleague and friend of his has a studio apartment on 110th and Broadway. He can sublet it to us until the 27th if need be at a very reasonable nightly rate. We’re getting closer! Come Tuesday we will have lopped off 38 blocks of our journey downtown.

But what about our stuff you ask? Michael has that covered too. Knowing actors is like knowing your own built in team of workers. Two guys are showing up tomorrow with a cargo van Michael reserved. They are loading up all the stuff I packed up yesterday and taking it to storage. On Tuesday after work the baby and I will take our suitcase and a diaper bag and on a wing and a prayer take a working (hopefully only) 6 day vacation on 110th street. Keep your fingers crossed for us. It’s going to be a little intense living in a studio with a little one.

The Kindness of Strangers

To take my mind off of the stressful few days ahead, I took the baby to Central Park because I think it’s fall. I know we had a nor’easter the other day and today it’s 70, but I thought there might be some changing leaves to see…and what does the baby love more than a remote control? A fountain. So I took him to the mother of all fountains, The Bethesda. This is where Michael and I had our second date approximately 8 years ago.

Behind the Bethesda is The Central Park Boathouse. This is a very lovely restaurant and you can also rent row boats here and take them onto the pond for a romantic ride. It was a gorgeous fall day and the sun was going down so there were about 15 photographers trying to catch the beautiful light on the boathouse.  They were standing at the section of the pond that has no wall, the edge is actually stairs that descend into the pond so the ducks and geese can waddle in and out. Naturally the baby spotted this chink in the armor as quickly as he realized he could run into the WWII Memorial Fountain. And man, did he beeline it over there. I had to push the stroller away and run as fast as I could to catch him while I yelled out…’i'm-sorry-i’m-ruining-all-of-your-photos!!!!’

A woman came up to me a little bit later and said…

‘I hope you don’t mind, you and your son were in my photos and they’re just so cute…I’d love for you to have them. Can I email them to you?’

photo: Alison Burke

photo: Alison Burke

Before We Say Goodbye

I will miss the tall ceilings here at d’Amboise Manor, I will miss my weekly shopping trips to the 125th street Fairway, which is HUGE. I will also miss what we can only assume is Jacques’ furniture. Upon close inspection, we gathered up a little montage of a few of the things we’ll miss the most.

1. The Kennedy Center Awards.

2. The only glasses to drink out of are parfait glasses.

3. The cloisonne rabbit family on the dining room table.

4. The magical, expandable, antennae spoon—the baby’s favorite.

5. And finally the Electrolux 2001—it’s a vacuum.  The baby likes to ride on it.

And lastly, our keepsake.  Jacques signed a copy of his autobiography for us. We didn’t ask him to.  He went into his room and brought out a copy for us.  When he went to sign it, he realized it had already been signed to someone else.  No matter!  Jacques improvised…see the final result below…

I would also like to note, that I can’t figure out the settings on Michael’s camera.  I think something is up with the ISO, I tried fiddling with it, to no avail and just kept getting these really brightly lit photos.  I’m going to lie and say it was an artistic decision, because I honestly think this is how the whole world is lit to Jacques.

Oh Hugh

November 6, 2011 By in Travel Tags: , , , , , , 1 Comment

This was a kind of a dreary week that turned on a dime thanks to Wolverine.  Michael came home late Sunday night to spend Monday and Tuesday with us before heading back to DC.

We stopped at (hopefully) our new apartment to see if there was a lease for us to sign or something to make this whole thing official. They said they hoped they’d be done by the first of November. Great. We have Jacques’ until November 15th. Should we try to extend that? ‘No,’ they said, ‘it will be done by the 15th.’

Great.I’m too nervous to get excited yet.

Michael also wanted to be there for the baby’s 18 month check up, which was most unpleasant. 3 shots and a blood test for lead levels. Ah yes. Remember those? It seems so long ago doesn’t it? That’s because it was. It is not lost on me that this is the baby’s 18 month check up. He was diagnosed with lead poisoning at 12 months. That means we left our apartment 6 months ago and never looked back.

Needless to say, he did not handle this check up well…because, why would he? Plus we got two pieces of annoying news.  1-His lead levels were at seven three months ago. Now they are six. Six? Unacceptable.  However…everyone says it’s fine, it’s just exposure (>10 is poisoning), have him tested again in 3 months. And I’m sure it is fine, but I would like his levels to be below 3…today.

So again, we wait.

The second thing is that the baby was speaking.  Now he’s not.  The Pediatrician wants Early Intervention to come and evaluate him. She said to forget about the lead (how?), it’s not that, he might be having trouble creating full words with the muscles of his mouth. Early Intervention will check just to be sure and of course it could also just be nothing.

I won’t sleep for a month of course.

But right after we received this news, a friend sent me a text that said, ‘Get a sitter we’re going to see Hugh Jackman – Back on Broadway!’ Just thinking about it now makes me go

‘Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!’

This friend is of very sound judgement, I do anything she tells me to do.

Seven years ago Hugh Jackman did this show, The Boy from Oz that people said was so amazing they saw it multiple times. In fact, he was so good that when he was out for a week, they just cancelled the show all together rather than giving him an understudy. We’re talking about Wolverine. I only know Hugh Jackman from the X-Men movies and he was great, but I just never made it to see him play Peter Allen.

But then I saw him host the Tony Awards and I thought, ‘Wow. He is amazing.’ I had no idea how talented he was. And to my husband’s eye, he was apparently moving his feet to one rhythm, his arms to another and his voice was following another. Which doesn’t make any sense but clearly sounds very hard to do.  Plus I’ve heard he loves loves loves all the talented musicians and dancers on Broadway and feels honored to perform with them…not the other way around, plus he’s really charming, so sign me up already.

Well, dear Reader, my report is as follows…I am not a, ‘jump up and down and dance all around’ kind of lady when I’m at the theatre, but I will tell you that Hugh Jackman is so charming, and so talented, the whole audience did absolutely everything he told them to do. If he had told us all to go out into the street and strip down to our skivvies, I think we all would have done it.

Not to mention that my dear friend surprised me with second row seats on the aisle!

Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!

The two seats in front of us were empty so when Mr. Jackman came down off the stage to sing in the audience (!!!!!) he got on his knees in front of my friend, held her hand, looked her right in the eyes and sang his heart out.  I just held onto her arm and squealed like a 15 year old girl.

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Anyway…he must have bad breath or something…anything. There has to something wrong with him. There was a woman in the front row, who let’s just say was maybe a little too enthusiastic.  He didn’t care.  He hugged and kissed her and tapped her head with maracas.  She must’ve worked hard to get those front row, center tickets.  He was going to be sure she wasn’t disappointed.

He kept yelling offstage to get the baseball scores for the men in the audience.  He said he knew they were only there because their wives made them come. He pulled a woman in her 60s from the audience and brought her up on stage to sing with him.  After the show we all told her how amazing she was and she replied all in one breath,

‘I don’t know what happened! What did I do? My kids will never believe me. What do I do? Never wash my hands again? Freeze dry this outfit?’

I think she was in shock.

And can I also just say (and then I’ll stop with the Hugh Jackman, I promise), he pointed out his two dancers who were having their Broadway debut in his show.  He applauded his conductor, his drummer, his pianist, his guitar player…well you get the picture.  He told us how lucky we were to get to hear them play.  And he was right.

AND GET THIS!!!  They are filming a movie version of Les Miserables and Hugh Jackman is playing the lead, Jean Valjean.

Shut the front door.

After the show we were going to sneak backstage to say ‘hello’ to three of the musicians who are colleagues of my husband’s (I was feeling a little shy about this, but my husband insisted I do it).  When we got out of the theatre though it was madness.  Madness.  You couldn’t get anywhere near the stage door.  There were policemen and caution tape like the President was in town.

If you’re not sick of Hugh yet, you can click right here to see a little rehearsal video…

To round out the week, a girlfriend took me to some Soho Art Galleries.  This is her area of expertise as her mother is an art appraiser.  She offered to teach me a little, to help me develop my own educated taste.  How lovely.  Of the several galleries we went to that day, these are the paintings that stuck with me.

Of course these beautiful oil paintings of Paris views by Claude LAZAR

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And these beautiful still lifes…Paintings by Ilya Zomb.

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You would think all of this culture and entertainment would have pushed all my worries about the baby right out the window.  Well of course we all know it didn’t.  Oh Mr. Jackman came close didn’t he?  But my dear and heroically honest friend Leigh posted some insight this week on her blog, in case i’m gone, that comes at a good time.

Worry doesn’t take away tomorrow’s troubles; it just takes away today’s peace.

I need to needlepoint that on a throw pillow.

Correction

November 5, 2011 By in Travel Tags: , 1 Comment

It has been brought to my attention that in the post titled, I Was a Dancer, I incorrectly stated that Michael performed in the tour of Jerome Robbin’s Broadway in Japan.  He, in fact, performed in the tour of Jerome Robbin’s Broadway in Japan AND in the United States.

Soooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrryyyy!

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More DC

November 4, 2011 By in Travel Tags: , , , , , 2 Comments

On Michael’s day off we had a picnic in the park and then went to the Smithsonian National Zoo.

Of course our favorite was the Panda…how could it not be?

We opted not to go to the International Spy Museum since it seemed like a whole ‘to-do’ and instead wandered for quite a long time in the National Portrait Gallery. I love it in there…one of my favorites was seeing this portrait of Edith Wharton (author of The House of Mirth, The Age of Innocence, among many others) as a little girl. I’ve only recently learned about the Gilded Age of New York, so it’s fresh in my mind.

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We ended the day with another stair climbing mission to the top of the Jefferson Memorial.

That place is big!

The next morning we took a somber stroll through the Arlington National Cemetery. The weather was beautiful.

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After we dropped Michael at the Kennedy Center, the baby and I headed for the National Archives to see the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution. They are both held in this big rotunda made of marble. It did not take the baby long to figure out that the acoustics in there were fantastic. This is how he tricked me into possibly the quickest viewing of these documents in history.

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We moved on to the exhibit about America and food. I did the speed through viewing while I chased the baby through the hallways. I LOVED this donut poster!

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So the National Gallery of Art was where it really happened. Uncle Jack, I may be addicted. I have never appreciated a museum more and thought perhaps I should start to get a little bit more of an education in art for goodness sake. This museum is big and wide and the art is hung high on the walls so the little man could run free without putting his elbow through a Picasso. The place is SO big we really only made it through part of the first floor.

One of our friend’s favorite story about the National Gallery goes like this…when she and her brother were little, her parents took them there and suddenly her brother started howling. Their Mother said, ‘I don’t understand. He’s usually so well behaved.’ That’s when their Father pointed out, ‘Yes, but we’ve been here for 6 hours!’

We didn’t even get to the permanent collections, we spent most of our time looking at the Chester Dale collection. Chester Dale worked on Wall Street.  His wife was an artist. So, naturally, she influenced his appreciation of art. Then when he died, he bequeathed it all to us.

At one point I picked up the baby and carried him around the room with me and asked if he liked certain paintings…

‘Do like this Renoir? A Girl with a Watering Can?’ He shook his head no.

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‘Really? Ok. How about the Girl with a Hoop? No?’

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‘Well how about The Beach at Villerville? No.’

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Snow in New York? But you love snow. No. OK.’

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‘Degas? No. Ok…how about these Monets?’

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No.

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No.

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‘Picasso? But it’s from his blue period! No. Not even the blue period.’

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‘Ok…well how about this one?’

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‘Yes?’ He shook his head yes. ‘Pissarro’s Boulevard des Italiens?’ Yes. He shook his head again.

We went to the East Wing of the Gallery just to see the Andy Warhol exhibit, Headlines. He didn’t really like it. In fact, the paintings were hung low to the ground in this exhibit. When I set him down for a moment, much to my horror, he went running full steam ahead to crash his little hands into the first painting he saw.

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Lastly, one of my favorite sneak peeks of the trip was getting to go backstage at the Kennedy Center. They have posters up there of everything that has ever been done there including some Obama/Biden event. If you look closely you can see their names above those wings.

One day Michael was back there working and one of the stage hands and two other men were playing basketball with the basketball net they have backstage. The next day he told the young man he was a good shot. He replied, ‘Thanks. Did you see who I was with?  That was one of the guys from Team 6 and his Dad. I was showing them my basketball moves.’

Team 6 ??? Those are the Navy Seals who got Bin Laden. !!! Yikes!

Well, after all of this ‘America!’ we got on the Amtrak back to Harlem. Saying goodbye was hard, but you know, as soon as you do it, you just fall right back into the rhythm of your own life. It’s hard, but I think it’s healthy. And now I can’t wait for the next visit, which is honestly in 4 days. Michael is coming home Sunday night. We’re ridiculous…I know.

Washington DC

November 3, 2011 By in Travel Tags: , , , 2 Comments

So just like that, on Tuesday, 10/11, Michael headed to DC to start his new job.  Now, dear Reader, while I LOVE my independence, while I am never, ever bored and hardly ever lonely, this is going to be harder than I thought. And not just because there is no, ‘can you put the baby in the bath while I make dinner?’ happening now, but there is no, ‘end of the day time’ happening now. This is the time when the baby is asleep and Michael and I sit on the couch and talk grown up talk even if it’s only for 15 minutes because we are so stinking exhausted. This, I will miss.

But again…we will press on…

Because in exchange for those 15 minutes, there is much fun to be had in the coming year, many adventures. And the most awesome trade off is that Michael is the Resident Director of Les Mis! Hoooray! It finally sunk in when we pulled up to the big old Kennedy Center and saw the giant Les Mis banner that said ‘Dream the Dream.’ I almost peed my pants.

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So before Michael had been away 3 full days, the baby and I packed up and hopped on a train to DC. We had a blast, an absolute blast. First of all the weather was tremendous. Secondly, he is the most delightful, little adventurer around. Lastly while Michael worked, we did just about everything you can possibly do in DC shy of getting ourselves three trillion dollars into debt.

We hit the Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History where we saw dinosaurs and whales and various other crazy things like the Hope Diamond.

I want you to get a close look at it in case you need any Christmas present ideas for me.

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The baby had the most fun throwing his ball down the wide corridors. And while I thought this was a bad idea, other people cheered him on, caught the ball, kicked it back to him. They clapped and laughed and a group of tourists took his photo all at the same time while he posed and smiled as if he were Angelina Jolie.

Finally I had to pick him up and get him out of there before it started to get too weird.

He then played soccer on our National Mall…

In front of the Washington Monument…

In front of the United States Capitol…

Inside the Library of Congress…

We took a tour of the Capital

inside the dome

(those ladies up there painted inside the dome of the Capital hanging out with George Washington are supposed to represent the 13 colonies), and whizzed through the Library of Congress (I only got a photo of the corner).

We went to the National Aquarium which was really disappointing and not our Nation’s proudest moment. We should just leave that to the Cousteaus. We hightailed it over to the National Museum of American History where we saw exhibits on the Presidents, the Civil War and other important things like…

Dorothy’s Ruby Slippers (clearly made of sequins)

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Kermit the Frog

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Julia Child‘s Kitchen

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Archie Bunker‘s Chair! My favorite!

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Articles of clothing worn by the First Ladies.

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We walked over to the National WWII Memorial where he proceeded to run as fast as he could into to the giant Memorial Fountain right past the sign that says…

Please Be Respectful and Stay Out of the Fountain

So I scooped up the baby and he howled in defiance. Thank goodness there were several WWII Veterans visiting the Memorial that day who took one look at him and threw their heads back with laughter. They didn’t seem the least bit disrespected.

photo: Jon Rochetti

From here I dragged him over to the Lincoln Memorial where he proceeded to climb all the way up to the top while resting onlookers cheered him on.

Oh! And guess who arrived in DC at the Kennedy Center the same day we did? Jacques! He was attending a special performance of Suzanne Farrell‘s ballet company. They were playing a video on a loop in the main hallway of the two of them dancing back in the day. I told Jacques he really needed to stop following us around.

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