Saturday, Day 22: Homeward Bound

After saying goodbye to our kind hosts, we headed south to DC. Only a few missed turns, and we arrived at Gene and Liz’s just after noon.

Dropping off the borrowed playpen and carseat, we then returned the van.
Operational miscue: Should have dropped off the passengers and luggage before going to Budget. Thanks to good friends, we hauled all the luggage to the terminal and dominated the check in area for half an hour.

Eating a quick meal at TGIF, amidst the busyness of the airport – and that of Zane. He is getting tired. BTW, glad that “blowout” diaper happened here and not in the air.

Rushing through security, then waiting for a delayed plane. Only a few minutes late, though.

Seat 15B: Thirty minutes of holding a tired, sleepy, over-stimulated, screaming toddler. Sorry about that, ma’am, I know you don’t like this, but neither do I and frankly, I don’t have many options here…

…Ah, the last row of the plane is empty. Zane fell asleep in my arms back there. Until someone let the nearby restroom door slam. Oh, look. He can be even louder when he is startled awake. Another thirty minutes. At least the attendant was understanding. Even asked is I needed anything. Finally eh went to sleep again, and didn’t arise until after touchdown.

Eating purchased sandwiches in DFW airport. Sitting on the floor. Happy baby. Not much talk. Weary, all. So good to have had this incredible trip. So glad to be going home.

Hit the ground right on time at 7:22 p.m. Well done, American! Our neighbor Mike was awaiting us at the airport at the appointed time. Grateful for his help in getting this crew home. Good to see ol’ Rojo, our Suburban. Nice to drive through the city towards our neighborhood.

The setting sun reminds me of how lovely Colorado springtime evenings are. The lawn, green and freshly mowed, looks great. The house is still intact. We only lost one pet, a parakeet who is now flying free – or in birdie heaven. The dog is waitig for us. The neighbor children are out playing. Dear Tony comes over, and expresses his joy at seeing us home (our children are fortunate to have him as a surrogate grandparent).

In a matter of only a few minutes the truck is unloaded, the re-entry is well underway.

So very glad we made this trip. So good to be home.

Friday, Day 21: All Good Things…

…Must come to an end, and so this trip doth cometh to an endeth, as well. A rainy day when we awoke, and the gentle rain came down all day long. We hung around the farm, packing, having some down time. Paul and Sylvia tended to various tasks. In the afternoon I went to their radio station and had a brief time visiting the staff.

The evening was spent finalizing our packing and preloading the van. In bed at a reasonable time…thinking how rich a time we have had on this trip. So glad we made it. And yet, quite glad we are going home tomorrow.

Thursday, Day 20: Seeing Amish Country, Playing On The Farm

Beautiful day. Our personal tour guide, having grown up in Lancaster County, knows the area very, very well. Paul took us to see the Boehme Church, city market downtown (wonderful old buildings all around), a gorgeous church built in the early 1700s, Willow Valley (a retirement center), and ended our a.m. tour at the Hans Herr House. The latter, built in 1719, is a fascinating structure, and we learned much about this historic landmark and the family behind it.

Oh, I think the windshield washer short is related to the AC fan. When the AC is turned on, and only at the two lowest fan settings, the washer runs. Any other condition and it is fine. I am uncertain how that works, but glad the mystery is solved! Just in time for the final two days of driving.

Back at the farm, we were put to work. The boys learned the tractor (which, by the way, their sister mastered the previous day) and did some mowing. They also took the “Gator” out for a spin on the property. I had the privilege of moving dirt for Paul, as he wanted to control erosion from the stream and that required a bit of front end loader work. What fun!

It is one thing to drive through and see Amish country. We had a most interesting visit with one of the neighbors, with whom an arrangement had been made. He took a break form his business of small diesel engine repair (their people do use such power for some farming purposes) and brought his horse and buggy over to the farm. Riding around for 10-15 minutes, learning firsthand a bit more about him, his family and their lives was a rich experience not soon forgotten.

The evening brought some frozen pizza out for the children, as the adults went to the renowned Sight and Sound Theater, which I think is in nearby Strasburg. It is a massive structure, finely appointed and stands out a bit like a sore thumb – only in that it is the kind of building one would expect to see in a metropolitan area, but sees oddly misplaced in rural Pennsylvania. It is, regardless, an impressive place visited by over 700,000 a year. The reason they come: live drama about biblical characters and events. The occasion this night was the opening performance of “Ruth.” It is hard to describe the ambition of the theater, but the exterior is not any more inspiring than the events inside. The acting, the sets, the scope…all was magnificent. Far more than was expected! And the presentation of the Good News was crystal clear. Met some very nice folks, indulged in some rich appetizers, and was inspired by the amazing story of Ruth. Wonderful evening.

Wednesday, Day 19: Gettysburg

The boys and I went to Gettysburg today. Incredible, really, to envision the thousands who fought and died there. As a boomer, I am sure I learned this kind of history back in grade school. But the 60s are so long ago, and I must have forgotten so much of what I learned back then.

It was quite an experience to be here, and I gained a much better sense of the nature of the battle and the intensity of the fighting back then.

The boys and I looked around the visitor center, watched the Electric Map (while low-tech, it offered a good overview of the battles), walked a tour with a Park Ranger and then drove with an audio tour CD for a couple of hours. Really, really a worthwhile visit.

We returned with some dinner for all, and after more playing on the farm, retired.

Tuesday, Day 18: To Lancaster County

Drove from Lehigh to Lancaster, with no compelling delays, stops or events. Paul & Sylvia were waiting for us, and welcomed us with open arms. They immediately showed us “the farm,” which is beautifully situated on a hilltop overlooking the valley. A 200 year-old house has been remodeled and it is lovely. They are gracious hosts to take us in.

For dinner we feasted on Pennsylvania Dutch fare at Good-N-Plenty, in a nearby community. What a spread they offered, and how we ate.

The wiper washer on the rental van is goofy, turning on and off at will. There is a mystery here, and I aim to solve it soon.

Monday, Day 17: Philly Traffic and Cheesesteaks

“An hour,” they said, is all it would take to get into downtown Philadelphia. So, we optimistically made our way toward Independence Hall, planning to arrive mid-morning – in time to look around a bit before lunch. Hah! What foolishness…

Ah, the traffic. Living in the West I am unaccustomed to the constancy of thick, slow-moving, bumper-to-bumper stuff of daily life on the east coast. It took TWO hours to make the 58 miles trek into Philly, and we hit the visitor center for an overview of best options. Quickly grabbed somne of the last tickets for the Independence Hall tour, getting into the very last one of the day, scheduled for 4:30. Everything here out east closes at 5 p.m., so we had to be a-moving.

Met Bill and Kim and their two children and found some genuine Philly cheesesteaks for lunch (thanks, Bill!). They were greasy and good! After fueling up the gang, we made our way to see the Liberty Bell, which had a good bit of historical introduction along the walk preceding the actual bell. Then we toured a bit more of the grounds, and eventually saw the rooms where the Declaration of Independence was actually signed. What an amazing event to think about, and it was indeed a wonderful moment to be in the very rooms where our country’s founders met on that historic day!

We dawdled for half an hour to allow the afternoon rush hour traffic to thin out a bit before heading back to Lehigh. Only took 90 minutes to make it back, and a pleasant meal topped off the day.

Sunday, Day 16: Skyline Drive to Lehigh Valley

Headed to Shenandoah National Park, just a short way from Charlottesville, and climbed the grade to Skyline Drive. At altitudes of only 3,000 feet, the “mountains” are much smaller than we are used to seeing in Colorado, but the scenic tour were certainly beautiful. Green and lush, the park offered numerous turn-outs and impressive views of the valley. Driving along, and thinking back to the creation of the National Park system, we are appreciative of the vision to preserve such treasured lands and all the efforts to keeping the system operating.

We stopped for a picnic lunch before pressing on toward Lehigh Valley, outside of Allentown and Bethlehem, PA. Used to living in the West, where it can take all day to traverse one state, I was struck by the fact that in a matter of an hour or so we had gone from Virginia on to West Virginia and into Maryland before crossing the state line into Pennsylvania. The farms and their tidy barns reminded me of life back in Wisconsin, so rural and agrarian.

That picture evaporated quickly enough as neared our destination. Inexplicably, on a Sunday afternoon, one giant traffic jam had developed. We waited on the Interstate for an hour, trying to make the last few miles to the hotel in Lehigh Valley. Finally, we arrived and settled in quickly so we could join our friends, Kostas and Kim, for a meal at the hotel restaurant.

Zane and Sophia reacquainted themselves again, for the first time in more than a year. They were cute as could be! What changes they have experienced in those13 months. They’ve obviously grown immensely, physically and emotionally, and each has developed quite a personality. It was very entertaining to see them interact! Indeed God has done great things in their lives, and we are ever so grateful for His good hand of blessing.

I am glad we could make this a stop on our trip.

Saturday, Day 15: Driving Adventures, Monticello

Spent our morning enjoying, for one last time, the ocean. The view, the sound, the feel of the salty wind and the sand in our toes. A cool morning, with the sun trying to poke through the clouds. It has been a good respite here in Virginia Beach, but we must head out.

The drive west was eventful. We had bickering, vomiting, traffic jams and more…all before leaving the coastal area. To say that it was a great time would not be accurate. I will be so glad to arrive at our destination.

Yikes, traffic is thick, thicker than Minnesota mosquitoes. Wonder why? It is, after all, Saturday morning. We make little progress over the course of thirty minutes. Here it is: an accident. Sort of. A car is on the side of the road.

Here’s another reason for traffic. Richmond Raceway, where a big NASCAR event is taking place today. We’ll do our best to miss most of the 100,000 spectators.

Arriving later than we wanted at Monticello. The tour of the property is very informative, and the grounds are just lovely. Jefferson was exceptionally gofted at design and had a fabulous vision for his home. The house is an architectural landmark, of course. There were some story-tellers and exhibitions at the estate, which the children enjoyed.

Cheap dinner at “the Colonels,” and we missed the rain while dining. Stuffed into the hotel room (a freebie on rewards points”), we fell into a deep sleep…

Friday, Day 14: Dancing, A Ship, and (gasp) More Swimming

Dancing With Waves
A chilly day. Cloudy, windy and cool. No ocean swimming today.

After breakfast, I took a strenuous Oceanside walk down toward the boardwalk. Disappointed to learn that it costs to even go out on the pier. Oh well, I will enjoy the water from the sandy beach.

On the way back, couldn’t resist the urge to run. Danced with the waves…staying as close as possible to the water without getting wet. In the waves came, out they went. I went back and forth, trying to let my senses protect me from anything quickly overtaking me from behind.

Back in the room, the baby was napping (already, at only 9:30 a.m. We have worn him out!). The children watched Monsters, Inc. on the laptop. Dena went for a walk (sans walking cast, on the beach), joined by Dakota. When Little Man wakes up we’ll head to the Navy Museum, housed in downtown Norfolk.

The Ship
We drove for about twenty minutes after lunch and found ourselves feeling mighty patriotic when we arrived at our destination. The tour was of the USS Wisconsin. A very fine tour of an historic destroyer. The tour was free, and the ship was quite impressive.

The docents were all WWII vets, and the first we spoke with had served on the USS Benjamin Franklin, for which the Wisconsin provided security at one point in the war. What stories he told! A fast ship, Iowa class, suffered no casualties in combat, enjoyed quite a service record in three active tours.

Later, I thought that this would ship and these men would make for a great documentary.

The Navy Museum, adjoining the ship, was fascinating. We were a bit tired, though, so did not stay as long as we might have earlier in the trip.

The Swimming
What could top off an arduous field trip to see a naval vessel? More swimming in the pool, of course! Then we ate…and then they went swimming again. Hooray! Some day we’ll have a vacation at a local hotel, and order out for the meals – or microwave something – and they’ll think it just a fine way to live…

After some reading, all will be in bed soon. Tomorrow, we pack up and head toward Charlottesville, VA to see Monticello.

Now at the two-thirds mark. I suspect this final week will fly by. Drink it in, JF, drink it all in.

Thursday, Day 13: Sun and Surf

Last night I found the ocean sounds outside to be absolutely beautiful. Soothing. Powerful. A delight.

Today was an easy day to capture in words: Swim. Swim. Swim.

Swim in the Atlantic.

Swim in the outdoor hotel pool.

Swim in the indoor hotel pool.

Repeat.

Oh, we did take some walks. Mom pushed up the beach with the girls, looking for seashells. The oldest and youngest boys and I went the other direction, seeing nothing in particular, just catching the local flavors. After dinner, I took the girls up the beach. We had fun looking for trash and treasure. Found a fair amount of each.

By 9:00 pm all were in bed, save the scribe. Sunburned – slightly. Tired – quite.

Good day. No driving anywhere. No sight seeing anything.

Just swim. Eat. Swim. Eat.

Great day.

Wednesday, Day 12: Lingering & Leaving

We lingered some more at Colonial Williamsburg today. I would not have thought it necessary, nor desirable, to spend yet a third day here. However, as previously stated, the place really is quite remarkable in its scope and offerings. We walked the streets, talked with wigmakers, brickmakers, tanners and more.

Toured the Wythe House, which – unusually – is the original structure in which Thomas Jefferson’s teacher lived. At 3,500 square feet, and beautifully appointed, it was quite a mansion. The hostess there told me that, at times, Washington, Franklin and Henry all dined and socialized in this very house.

All in all, a very memorable time here. With some reluctance, we left Colonial Williamsburg. Highly informative and educational, and entertaining.

Enjoyed…sandwiches!... as we drove eastward to Virginia Beach. Settled into a Courtyard, where we have an oceanfront room with two balconies and enough space for a few days. The children immediately enjoyed the ocean, where they began with mere steps into the cold water, but ended absolutely drenched. Little Man was frightened a bit initially but became comfortable with a bit of coaxing. He really laughed and splashed.

Youngest daughter found a fish washed up on shore. It was, in her delightful way of putting things, “half-cutted.” I love that little girl.

Tuesday, Day 11: Stepping Back In Time

The entire day was spent at Colonial Williamsburg. Warm, sunny weather made our time most pleasant. And we stayed from 9:30 a.m. until nearly 6 p.m. Zane’s hour-long lunch-time nap made it a “do-able” day.

A highlight was the presentation by Patrick Henry. The man was quite persuasive and winsome, and our regard for him only increased after hearing such rhetoric.

Stopped at many shops, seeing the gunsmith, the miller, the baker, and more.

Another memorable event involved chatting with the Honorable John Page, who was enjoying some quiet time at the Raleigh Tavern (where Jefferson and others often spent hours in friendly conversation and sometimes heated debate). Mr. Page was most engaging, and three of the children spent a good part of an hour with him, learning many things about the days leading to Virginia’s declared independence, as well as some card games…perhaps parental supervision would have been in order!

Back to the hotel, where the girls are now swimming. They tell me the water is warm, although I don’t believe them. When they tire of this, or when they get hungry enough, back to the room for some dinner, and then bedtime. For the moment, however, the sun is still shining (albeit fading in intensity), and they are having a grand time.

Oh, now I am told by Mr. Seth that the new “odor-control” socks purchased last night at WallyWorld don’t work. I’ll choose to believe him.

Monday, Day 10: Williamsburg

“The Plan” worked. We had hoped for its success, scheduled toward it and even ate lunch at a restaurant some distance away from the morning’s activities so we could execute properly.

The fullness of time had come. The need to act was apparent. The principles were prepared. The stakes were high. The plan was about to become reality.

Earlier in the day we loaded up and headed out to Colonial Williamsburg, a sprawling 1700s living history village. Encompassing hundreds of acres, staffed by hundreds, and visited by millions throughout its 28 year history, Colonial Williamsburg is a spectacular achievement. It faithfully reproduces life as it looked and felt just prior to the American Revolution. Houses, shops, services…all providing a first hand experience of how our founding fathers and their brethren lived.

While it isn’t cheap (that is probably an understatement of biblical proportions), the place is fantastic in its offerings, vision and customer service. It is all about giving visitors a wonderful time, and of course, sending them back to their friends and family with plenty of talking points. We really enjoyed strolling the streets, seeing the horse-drawn carriages, talking to dance masters, blacksmiths, printers and shop-owners. Then back to the van. For “The Plan.”

We drove to a pizza buffet, so as to tank up the little (and not so little) tummies for the afternoon. Then, Zane and I were dropped off, while the others went back to the park. As hoped, he easily went to sleep. And once down, he stayed down for three hours! What a nap he needed. Sleep deprived for a week, he was being pushed to the point of Major Meltdown. Success! Happiness for all! He napped, good and hard! Hooray! Nothing beats a good plan, not even a cranky 22 month-old.

Many sights were seen upon their return. They came back to the hotel weary and hungry. After a modest meal The adults put a movie on and went to…WalMart, of course. Another supply run! Oh well, keeping food in these kids and staying current with various pharmaceuticals requires at least a trip a week to Mr. Walton’s shop.

It is now very late, and that three hour nap is still having its effects on the little man. I am retiring and hope he drifts off soon. Or that I do. Or both.

Sunday, Day Nine: Jamestown

Up a bit slowly today, and had a bite at the hotel supplied continental breakfast (white bread, sugar cereals and bad coffee…ewww!). Ah, the bright side: I got a great price for the rooms! So we can deal with a paltry “free” meal.

First stop was the historical re-enactment Jamestown site, called Jamestown Settlement. It was very educational and informative. Excellent presentations, outstanding service and a beautiful day for it all. We enjoyed over four hours wandering around, interacting with the costumed colonists and getting a flavor for the establishment of this first, successful settlement.

Mid-afternoon we drove the mile or so to the Historic Jamestown National Park, and immediately got our money’s worth. Entrance was an Annual Parks Pass, only $50 for the entire crew – and the big bonus is that we now can camp and enjoy any National park anywhere in the country in the coming year and avoid the entrance fees. Gotta love those family passes!

The Glass House is located where the settlers tried their hand at glass blowing. They weren’t very successful at it, but judging from the facility and the process the concession stand charges for artisan-made glass gifts contemporary efforts are doing just fine, thank you. The to see the archeological digs, and to wonder at the very places the actual Jamestown colonists settled, and to consider their very difficult lives.

A six mile scenic drive up the river capped off our time here. Absolutely gorgeous! Many stops along the way for historical markers and seeing the land.

A few observations about our time at the Jamestown area. First, these settlers were hired workers of the Virginia Company, which had a profit motive for their efforts. Nothing wrong with that, but one son asked why we never hear about these folks but instead read all about the Pilgrims?

Second, the area is simply beautiful, and yet, it is obviously harsh and unforgiving for those who came unprepared, which was the case for the early colonists.

And third, the treatment of the Powatanah (Indians) was not altogether unkind…at first. Later as the settlements expanded, the Indians were pushed away, and at that point attitudes toward the natives was regrettable.

And then, in keeping with our colony experience, we stopped at that long-established eatery with it’s Englisg fare…MacDonalds. Had a significant number of $1 Value Menu items. The hit to feed the family was $26. That means we bought 24 burgers and chicken sandwiches (plus 10% tax, and it all adds up).

A quick dip in the pool by the middle four, and then ready for bed. Tired children went to sleep quickly, relatively speaking. Mom and Dad did the same.

Oh, and happy Mother’s Day. Dena said it was one of the best she ever had.

I may just plan on some Double Cheeseburgers and McChickens next Mother’s Day!

Saturday, Day Eight: To Mt. Vernon and Beyond

Packed up, cleaned up, and wrapped up loose ends this morning. Moving time is upon us. Beautiful day for a drive! Sunny and 60, with some breeze. Gene and I took the wheelchair back, which required battling DC traffic (yes, even on Saturday mornings) to get to the Federal triangle area. The “Bike The Sites” kiosk is at the back of the Old Post Office, and the drop was easily managed. Then on to Reagan National Airport for the rental van. Another quick activity, and I was able to get back to the apartment in no time. Loaded up (thanks kids, for being ready. Special thanks to Mom, who managed the task with great grace) and bid adieu to Gene and Liz. On to Mount Vernon!

The pleasant drive through Alexandria took about 35 minutes. Mt. Vernon has some construction going (true to the DC area’s apparent mandate of “No stone unturned”), but we were able to get onto the ground with ease. Thankfully, free wheelchairs were available, and we snagged one.

We met Robert and Tamitha and their five children for this afternoon of strolling the grounds and seeing the sights. ‘Twas a good opportunity for two larger families to spend some time together today, and it was affirming for all to see the children get along so well and to share successful parenting approaches.

The younger children got along famously from the start (their oldest is 11). They ran and played and talked and became friends for life in the course of a few hours. Didn’t realize that this privately owned historical site closed at five, and so were disappointed at the feeling of “ruch or you’ll miss something.” Frustrating, since we still missed a lot of the offerings here. While nothing that knocked our socks off, the estate is very impressive.

Equally impressive was Zane’s level of exhaustion. He was absolutely emotionally out of control for a while. Needed desparately to nap, but that didn’t happen. I mitigated the damage as best I could, which took a bit of an emotional toll on me, and certainly hampered our chance at good adult conversation. Alas, this “two year-old meltdown” was expected, at some level, and I am somewhat surprised he has held out as well as he has to this point. There were other days I was sure he would fall apart, but he held up strikingly.

To celebrate a birthday (happy 11th, little darling!) we ate at Ruby Tuesdays, where the food was fine and the service was rather pathetic. Took a long time to feed us and get back on the road, and at 8 we finally headed south toward Richmond. Arrived in Williamsburg around 10:30 p.m. and by 11:30 all was dark and quiet. Actually, things were pretty quiet that last hour of driving! Dena and I enjoyed some good talk time while the children dozed off.

In the morning we’ll get our bearings and head to…well, I don’t know. I deal with logistics, Dena handles the educational component of this trip. I am certain she has – or soon will have – a plan for the day. She’s pretty good at that!

Friday, Day Seven: Divide and Conquer

We separated for a good part of the day. Dena and the oldest four children awoke early and headed in for a private tour of the Capitol Building (see previous entry for reasons). It was a two hour, very in-depth and perfectly paced walk through the spectacular building, and Peter received very high marks for his kindness and thoroughness as a guide. Meanwhile, I stayed at the apartment with the two youngest and caught up on some chores, pre-packing for the next leg of the trip and such. Seemed the little ones wouldn’t enjoy the tour very much (understatement) and that the others could move better and faster without worrying about keeping track of them. I was right…and received high marks of my own for staying back “home.”

Eventually, Gene came by and together we went to join the rest of my family at the Smithsonian’s American History Museum. What a zoo! There were busloads of schoolchildren – from the DC area and well beyond – swarming around. The noise was abundant, and the museum layout afforded little quiet and respite. People packed everywhere…and it is not even summer yet! All in all, this was a nice museum, and had some very, very interesting exhibits (the “Price of Freedom” area was outstanding). Just a little difficult to navigate and to enjoy with all the kids around (not mine, of course).

From here, Dena and the youngest four went to the apartment, and Gene and I took the oldest three to meet up with Liz at The International Spy Museum. This was a captivating (no pun intended) examination (again) of the spy trade throughout history. High tech, yet full of hands-on stations offering interaction for the visitor, the breadth of subject matter and the treatment of that content was exceptional.

Solme material was mildly disturbing, as the museum’s website indicated (which was why we only brought the oldest kids), as espionage can result in capture, torture and death – not only for the spy personally but also for others in the trade. That was illustrated by the more recent cases of U.S. spies Alrich Ames and Robert Hansen, whose acts of betrayal caused the deaths of more than a dozen U.S. agents. In sum, this was an expensive place to stop at, but well worth it. We spent a full three hours and still didn’t see everything. Quick metro ride back home.

Separated again for dinner…children at the apartment, adults out to a Lebanese place nearby. I think the kids liked their meatballs, followed by a movie. We thoroughly enjoyed our meal. The food was delicious, the laughter hearty and nearly non-stop. What a rich time we had, catching up for the first sit-down meal with Gene and Liz for nearly 13 years. So much has transpired! And they had just received word that a move back to Texas is coming up in two months. I thank the Lord we had this opportunity in DC to see these dear, dear friends.

Hard to believe DC will be in our rearview mirror tomorrow. Ah, what a full, wonderful week. Capped off by a simply marvelous day.

Thursday, Day Six: The Capitol, The Library

Arrived at the Rayburn Office Building just in time for our guided tour through the nation’s Capitol building. Unfortunately, the rotunda was closed (speculation was that Laura Bush was anticipated in the area). We did have a nice visit with Emily, the intern from Colorado. She gave a good tour – for the areas where we could go to. A promise to be shown the rotunda in a private tour will take us back tomorrow. Then lunch in the Rayburn cafeteria.

Our next stop was the Library of Congress, and it was an outstanding place and tour. We enjoyed having a dedicated guide for our little party, plus two, who needed elevators and handicap access. Simply stunning building! Very ornate, beautiful. One of my favorite activities thus far!

Dena took the kids back to the apartment, I stopped at the national Day of Prayer activities in the Cannon House Building. After some time interceding for our military and then judges, I went to the Spy Museum, where I purchased tickets for Friday afternoon.

Home to another Mexican meal, and we retired rather early.

Wednesday, Day Five: Airheads?

As we ate a simple breakfast of eggs and bagels, our oldest daughter indicated her stomach was a bit unsettled. She tried valiantly to eat a bit, but her discomfort grew. So we decided Mom would stay home with her. And with the baby – no, no no. A small place devoid of toys and no possibility to explore outside would not make for a good time for a 22 month-old. So, Dad packed up the five children, sans “Al,” and we took off for the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum. Arrived shortly after they opened at 10, and split up.

“The boys” wanted to go at a more leisurely pace, reading more and taking in more of the details. The girls wanted to move much more quickly, and within an hour were ready for some lunch. So we headed to the food court and caught the boys (who had the food…and the diapers…and the baby food…gotta fix that so I have the supplies).

After a bite, a very good demonstration about the elements of flight, which all enjoyed. Interactive and educational. Then decision time: Should we go elsewhere, like, say, the Smithsonian American History Museum, or should we go “home?” The museum is a fair distance away. The little guy is showing signs of meltdown (despite eating probably a pound of food, and getting a clean diaper, and taking a big drink of water). It is his nap time. Oh, well, now daughter two is saying that her stomach hurts. Decision made easy.

Borrow a little plastic bag from the Museum Gift Shop, to have with us just in case she loses that lunch on the way home. Head to the Metro. Hurry! We’ve got to get home before anything “happens.” Go down the escalator, hit the stop, board the train, and look at the watch. Go, train, go!

We arrive at the stop. It is an uneventful ride, thank the Lord. Through the shops, up the elevator, in the door. Ah. Made it. Whew.

At home, Mom did laundry, cleaned up a bit, and with the ill child took in a DVD and caught their breath. And she made potato soup for dinner, very tasty with biscuits. And brownies.

Meanwhile, Boy One and I head back to the Museum. Many airplanes to yet examine. Many things to read. Many exhibits to enjoy. It was easy, and we went fast – two long-legged boys wanting to see Air and Space without anyone to divert our attentions. What a place! More info than a person can digest in one visit. We’ll come back.

Back in time for dinner. We all enjoyed dessert – and it helped the kids feel satisfied, that’s for sure. Dena read some books to the younger ones, I made some calls to hotels. All is wrapped up for the balance of the trip, accommodations are secured, I can go to bed resting in the knowledge that we have places to stay for the next two weeks.

A quieter day, a good day.

Tuesday, Day Four: National Zoo

We’ve certainly adjusted to east coast time…children are awake around 7 each day, just like home! Oatmeal and bagels for breakfast (looking for some bulk, to stave off the hungries as long as we can)! A bit late getting to the Metro, but we were fine for time. One thing on the agenda today: The National Zoo. After a 6 block walk from the Metro stop to the Zoo’s entrance, I got a map and we got our bearings for the place.

Look, a sea lion special event at 11:30. Let’s go! We hooved it through many areas of the zoo, not stopping to look at elephants, Mexican wolves or even eagles. We were glad for that, too, as the sea lion was really fun to watch. The zookeeper introduced Maureen to us, and told us all about her. Then the demonstration of Maureen’s abilities – which had our attention throughout!

After a quick lunch (can you guess? How about…sandwiches) we saw a variety of primates, invertebrates and more. Lollygagging along, we enjoyed the animals a great deal.

The wheelchair has proven to be an outstanding tool. Sharing driving duties are myself and the two oldest boys. It is a good wheelchair and handles well. One son’s driving is a cause for prayer...he is somewhat reckless, and Dena has a posture of prayerfulness as they careen along. In fact, he nearly dumped her into the street today after hitting a pothole just off the curb!

Anywhere we go, this family has Presence. We’re unavoidable, really. Picture a toddler in the stroller and Mom in her wheelchair, and one other adult, two teen boys, three gradeschool girls, backpacks and all. People get out of our way when we walk down the sidewalk. They look at us when we get in line to look at something or to go through security. Many smile, some seem unsure of how to deal with us. It’s fascinating, really, to watch.

We take a lot of time to board the Metro. We take a lot of space on the train. Getting off today was quite an exercise. One kindly gentleman took it upon himself to make sure Dena could get off at our stop. “Ma’am, we’ll get you off, don’t you worry.” He then proceeded to make sure all ten or so folks crowded in around her knew that she had to get off soon, and that hey needed to get out of the way. As would be said in Texas, “Bless his heart!”

Anyway, home for spaghetti dinner, and then another movie (hey, it IS vacation). Did some laundry. Picked up a bit. Prepared a little for tomorrow. BTW, Zane is holding up well, for which we are grateful. When he is cranky, we just feed him. Works pretty much every time! Sleeping through the night. Also, the apt here is perfect...comfy and convenient. Could not have asked for a better arrangement.

We are enjoying the trip a lot thus far. Was going to make some calls for rooms - still haven't nailed down all the details for next week. Guess that’ll wait. Now to bed, good night.

Monday, Day 3: National Treasures

Another late start, as we slept in ‘til…whenever. After a quick breakfast of cereal and milk, we left for the Metro. Feeling very comfortable with the trains, and they “ran on time,” gratefully. Took the Yellow Line in, and were able to see the river (it goes above the water, as the other line goes underground). Somewhat cloudy and cool, but very pleasant weather.

Visited the Old Post Office first, an historic old building which nearly was demolished to make room for something in a neo-classical building design. Protesters made an impact, as did several budget shortfalls. Ultimately, the building was saved, and now houses a variety of shops and restaurants. Located in the Federal Triangle, the bell tower offers a free, beautiful view of the city. Nearly as good as the Washington Monument, so we’re told. It is the third tallest structure in the city, and takes two separate elevators to reach the top. At the 10th floor one can see the Congressional Bells, about which I can tell little, except they are quite large and surely melodious when sounded.

Picked up a wheelchair for Dena, and that is making the day much easier for her. Glides about nicely and a bonus feature: we can attach various backpacks, coats and more to it! After sandwiches in the Old Post Office, we headed to the National Aquaruium, which we’d understood to be good – and free. Unfortunately it was neither. Colorado’s “Ocean Journey” is much more impressive, and costs about as much. Still neat to see the incredible assortment of fishes and sea creatures made by God. Just not so great to pay for the 20 minutes we spent looking around.

Then trooped over the National Archives. What a place! A treasure storehouse of documents, images and history. After sailing through security, we hit the public records area, which has a truly impressive variety of interactive stations to explain and entertain. Emancipation paperwork, immigration records, presidential trivia, war artifacts and audio-visual, cold war investigations and more. The quantities and diversity of the records and such housed here are indeed testament to the history of our country. We moved on, reluctantly, to see the real national treasures: the US Constitution, Bill of Rights, and Declaration of Independence, and so much more. With the cool temps and dim lighting, the security guards, the atmosphere of the place was one of honor and reverence. And so it should be. This stop put perspective into our nation’s heritage, and was a highlight of the trip.

The rain came lightly at first, as we made our way back “home.” We delayed a bit, which allowed the rain to really come down, to see the U.S. Naval Memorial (?). A large circle, with three dimensional depictions of the navy’s exploits, and figures and flags surrounding the circumference. A very thoughtful place in the middle of a busy block. Too bad the weather caused us to move on quickly to the safety of the Metro.

Back in time to make some supper, for which Gene and Liz joined us. Mexican is always tasty, and we enjoyed the meal immensely. While the younger ones watched a Muppets movie, the adults caught up. It has been thirteen years since we had a meal together, and we ended up talking well into the night. What an eventful time span for all!

Sunday, Day 2: Tears in the Park

It felt sooooo good to sleep in, and to recover a bit from the (delayed) flights here, late night supply run, late night to bed. Bagels for breakfast, and after a good bit of prep, headed to the Metro. Oh, just missed that one…guess we’ll have to wait. Let’s see, another 13 minutes…oh well. Not much to do. That’s okay, no big rush. The kids are looking around with fascination. This is all new to most of them. Farthest trip for all but the oldest, who went to Russia with me last year. Ah, here it comes. Get our seats. Here we go!

We walked a fair amount today, covering the DC Mall, seeing the memorials, going past the White House.

No more free tickets for the Washington Memorial, but we did look at it. Then to the steps of Lincoln Memorial, where we had our PBJ sandwiches. The sun was out, the wind blowing, but really a very nice spring day in DC. We soaked it in!

After consuming his allotted portion, Zane went walking on his own. Having been confined to his stroller for most of the morning, he reveled in freedom! Around the steps, up and down he went, approaching a variety of folks, but not stopping to “visit” until he came across a younger woman sitting by herself. Maybe 22 or 23, she seemed, I don’t know, detached. She was absorbed, or tired, as she sat looking over the reflecting waters without much focus or reaction. Until Zane. When he came by, her countenance changed. She engaged a bit. She made eye contact with him. She smiled a little.

Normally he ignores such overtures of friendliness, preferring to keep to himself and the task at hand – in this case, exploring. I don’t know why, but he deemed it best to sit down by her. Plop. He didn’t seem to want anything. Just seemed to sense it was a good thing to do. And there he parked.

One minute, two minutes went by. He sat there, just content as could be. Not sure he felt anything in particular, but as the moments went by, I wondered if he had an awareness of the affect he was having. I noticed she started to tear up a bit, and she wiped her face with her hand. Why, I do not know.

Perhaps she had a child at home about the same age and just enjoyed being around little ones. Or she might have lost a baby to miscarriage or abortion, and as she was so physically close to Zane, was thinking about what might have been if she had that baby in her arms right now. Could be that she was lonely, and felt that the boy’s presence was comforting, a sign that someone does care, even if it is a toddler. For whatever reason, it seemed right to let Zane sit there. After a few minutes I convinced him it was time to move on. So, he took my hand and off we went, in other directions, to see other sights.

As we walked along, I prayed. Asked God to show me what, if anything else, I was to do. Maybe engage her in a brief conversation? Ask if she is in need? It was awkward, as I am a guy, and she might be threatened. Or she could misunderstand my intentions. That wouldn’t be good. Certainly I’ll talk to my wife – maybe she will have an idea. She is always picking up on people’s real needs, and is sensitive. She’ll know what to do.

A few minutes later, though, a young man came up to the girl. Obviously a lover. I watched them interact from a distance, and wondered what was being said. Then, she pointed at Zane, probably explaining to her boyfriend (husband?) what had happened. The effect was still lingering, as the man patted her on the leg, and seemed to be offering comfort. They talked and then, after about 10 minutes, they started to slowly walk away toward another part of the mall.

Why was she moved so by a little boy? I wondered. Although there may have been nothing significant going on, it surely seemed that more was taking place than was apparent. I thanked God for what could have been His hand at work, divinely ordering events to touch a hurting heart. And I thanked Him for using my little man to maybe even accomplish something for His Kingdom. That was fun to watch. I hope I can see that again. Maybe tomorrow, Lord?

Saturday, Day 1: Travel Delay Is Okay

The morning went well enough. We arose, had a good breakfast and found ourselves ready when friend James came by to drive us to the airport. And the ticketing process went quite quickly. So it was that we awaited our flight to Washington Reagan. Kids were calm, we were ready to go.

Then only 20 minutes before boarding time, the announcement. “The plane arrived in need of mechanical inspection, as it lost an engine upon descent and had low oil pressure. We’ll check it out and let you know what we need to do in just a short while.”

Sigh. I have been here before, and it seems that things always take longer to address than anticipated. Nonetheless, it is better to discover these things while on the ground, rather than in the air! We hunkered down for what promised to be at least a 90 minute delay. A “heads up” call to our friends in DC, Gene & Liz, and then we ate our sandwiches. Kids played some cards, and we took turns keeping the baby occupied. The local airport is a nice enough place to kill time, with a lack of crowds and free wifi.

Eventually, we did get shuffled to another flight, and our connection in Dallas was arranged. Not much time on the ground between flights, but enough to get to our gate, grab some food and load up. I had hoped for some coffee, but time did not permit – oh well. The sacrifices of herding the crew to another flight safely and securely.

En route, the captain indicated we had a great tailwind and would make up some time on the way into DC, and by golly, he was right! Arrived at DCA only an hour or so later than planned. As we came into the general terminal area, it was mighty good to see Gene’s smiling face. He escorted us to the baggage area, we grabbed all ten checked pieces of luggage (hey, not bad to pack 8 people into 10 bags! Kudos to my wife for that superb job). Gene got the cell phone out, called Liz, and presto, the car came around the corner. Quickly loaded up the trunk (Toyotas have a lot of trunk space for a smaller car) and had some of the family go home with Liz. Gene and a few of us hit the metro, and in a short while were in their apartment catching up and umpacking.

We then hit the nearby grocery store for a week of groceries. By the time we got back, unloaded the car (must have had 25 bags in there!), and chatted a bit it was nearly 1:00 a.m. Yawn, time to go to bed!

Gratefully, a rather predictable and uneventful day of travel. Thanks to James (for going out of his way to get us to the airport), the gal at the American counter who tried hard to get us seats on that later flight, to Trish (the AA attendant who helped us feel a bit of comfort on the plane), to the two military guys I sat between (for being so agreeable to not just my presence, but Zane’s), and certainly to Gene and Liz for their gracious hospitality.

All that could go wrong…and very little did. The adventure begins! All in all, that delay was okay. I suspect it won’t be our last…