That’s the word I would use to describe us yesterday.
We started with a five mile bike ride into Washington, D.C. Christopher pulled all three children–Megan and Gavin in the bike trailer, and Ben on his back. I had the backpack with the diapers, wipes, and water in it. We rode into Crystal City and got on the Mount Vernon Trail, which took us to D.C. along the Potomac River. We missed the turn off for the 14th Street Bridge and ended up riding over the Memorial Bridge, which took us out of the way but was amazing. The bridge was closed to car traffic so we were able to cruise over the bridge in the middle of the street, enjoying the amazing views of downtown D.C. and the Potomac. We arrived at Constitution and 15th just in time for the Independence Day Parade.
The parade was fun but long. We didn’t last through the end. At about 1 p.m., we sat under a shady tree, ate our lunch, and contemplated whether we could entertain our children for another eight hours in D.C. on a federal holiday until the fireworks began.
Then we biked five miles back home.
After a relaxing afternoon, we drove to Crystal City, parked in a random garage, and got back on the Mount Vernon Trail with our three kids in two jogger strollers. We joined several families from church at Gravelly Park, which was surprisingly uncrowded, and enjoyed their company for an hour until the fireworks started. The fireworks were several miles away, but they were still quite beautiful, and it didn’t take us too long to get home afterward.
We are tired and sore today but happy with our success. We did what we wanted to do–the parade and fireworks–with no injuries, sunburn, or major meltdowns. Go Richins.
My winter babies are all really cute and chubby (some fatter than others) on their first Independence Days.