The Epic Weird Squirrel Adventure: Senatorial Subway

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The sainted Kathryn knows her way around a travel itinerary.  The most brilliant of her many ideas: arranging a private tour of the U.S. Capitol building with the office of Orrin Hatch.  (Why Orrin Hatch?  As Kathryn put it, “there’s no way I want to be in debt to Mike Lee for a favor.”)  A lovely intern named Stephanie showed us around — just us, no big group of 50+ people.  And we got to see a lot of extra places that the usual tour groups don’t go.  Like, for instance, the tunnel and mini-subway that connects the senate office buildings with the Capitol.

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Big Statues

Both the visitor’s center and the Capitol proper have these giant statues tucked into odd corners.  Apparently each state was asked to contribute two statues of a hero or well-known figure from that state.  Such as King Kamehamehah from Hawai’i (“Hawaiians say that this is a life-sized statue,” said Stephanie):

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The kids loved Helen Keller.  I really need to watch The Miracle Worker with them:

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And while I have no strong feelings about Ronald Reagan, I will say it’s pretty awesome that the pillar his statue rests on includes a layer of stonework from the Berlin Wall.

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The Crypt

This white star on the floor represents the “crypt” of the building.  Apparently they originally planned to entomb George Washington here, but Washington wouldn’t hear of it.  Who can blame him?  No matter how much I love my job, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t want to be buried there.

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I did love the dome above the crypt.  (You will notice a lot of photos of architectural details in these travel posts.  I love me some decorated ceiling.)

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Thomas Jefferson recommended that a lot of the pillars in the Capitol be topped with symbols representing the U.S.A.’s agricultural values.  Hence, the “corncob capitals” and “tobacco capitals.”

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The stone floors of the crypt also have interesting footprints on them, and nobody really knows why.  There are even these cat’s paw-prints.  Stephanie told us that there’s a story about a ghost cat who wanders the halls of the Capitol. My kids weren’t buying it.

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Rooms That Are Famous for What They Used to Be

Such as . . .the Old Supreme Court chamber, where the Dred Scott case was decided.  The clock on the wall is famously set 5 minutes fast because one of the old-timey justices liked it that way to try and hurry people along with their business.  Time management was still in its infancy back then, you know.

P1070558 And this is the beautiful room that used to be the House of Representatives, and is now called the Statuary.

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It’s lovely, but unfortunately the vaulted ceilings made for a strong echo effect that made congressional debate impossible.

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You hear stories about 19th-century congressmen beating each other up with canes on the House floor, I can’t help but imagine that the frustrating echoy air somehow contributed.  I’ll readily admit that it would drive me nuts.

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YES YES MORE DOME PICTURES.  I love domes!  Heaven help me if I ever to go to Italy . . .

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Painted Hallways

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Amazing, right?  These frescoes were painted by an Italian immigrant named Constantino Brumidi, and they are all over the place.  It was Brumidi’s idea to paint them (he took a tour and was found the blank walls irresistible).  I had no idea the hallways of the U.S. Capitol were so ornate, and I couldn’t get enough of ’em.

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Obviously, not all of the frescoes were done by Brumidi, such as this one of the first moon landing . . .

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. . . and this one of the Challenger astronauts.

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The floors were covered with mosaic tile.  The temptation to sock-skate was high.

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I loved this tiny shield detail.

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The Rotunda

(You will note that Jeffrey is right at the side of Stephanie the Intern in the photo below.  He is asking her a constant barrage of questions about the building.  That’s how he was for the entire tour.  I tell you, give that boy a tour guide and he’s happy for life.)

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Brumidi painted most of this, too, including the famous “Apotheosis of George Washington,” in the tip-top center of the dome.  Considering how anti-monarchial Washington was, I wonder what he’d think of that.  Geez Louise, 19th-century Americans!  What is it with you guys and the almost literal Washington-worship?

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Washington is seated at about 7:00, with a pink robe in his lap.  It gets chilly up there in that dome.

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A long mural circles the dome, chronicling U.S. history.  Brumidi wasn’t able to finish the mural before he died in the 1880s — actually, Brumidi gave up on it after falling off of some scaffolding — which is why the mural continues on up to the Wright Brothers’ plane at Kitty Hawk, when a 20th-century artist was hired to finish the job.  The maiden with the shield in the middle of this photo represents History.  Just to the right is Christopher Columbus.

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What We Couldn’t Photograph

This will be a recurring theme on this trip — too often, the most interesting things we saw were in places that prohibited photography.  In the case of the Capitol, that included our brief sit-ins in galleries of the House and Senate. There was nothing of interest happening in the House — although we were pleased to discover that the seals of all 50 states are inscribed on the House ceiling.  Cameos of famous lawmakers throughout history are pictured on the walls.  (Like Hammurabi.  Can’t beat a good Hammurabi reference.)

However, we were able to be present in the Senate for the opening of the afternoon session.  Did you know they start with a prayer?  And the Pledge of Allegiance?  After the opening, we were pleased to see Harry Reid take the floor and give a passionate albeit soft-spoken speech about the damaging effects of sequestration.  There were only two other senators there to hear it, but senate records are public, and we were tickled to read quotes from Reid’s speech in the Washington Post the next morning.  Oooooo, civic pride!

Tomorrow: Walls Are More Fun With Quotes

The Epic Weird Squirrel Adventure: Part One

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Here’s my theory: my sainted mother-in-law, Kathryn, really loves her children, and she really loves her grandchildren.  But the grandchildren (my kids) live on the West Coast, and other children live on the East Coast.  What to do?  What to do?

The most obvious answer, of course: bring the grandchildren on a tour of the East Coast!  Specifically Washington, D.C. and surrounding touristy areas.  Yes, this all really happened.  About a month ago to be specific, right on the heels of Eleanor’s baptism and a whole week of Paw-Paw Days.

I was chosen as chaperone.  Whee!  I went to high school in the suburbs of D.C., so it was doubly exciting to revisit my old stomping grounds.  Jeffrey and Eleanor were chosen for the trip; the little guys stayed behind with Dad.  (Of course, now the sainted Kathryn is now planning for the little guys to have their own trip to Boston in 5 years.  Because we just can’t get enough of that sweet intra-continental travel stuff.)

In other words, this blog is about to take a long detour into travelogue land.  And yes, there will be two weird squirrels.  But more on them later.

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Our first real outing into the city was with Aunt Natalie and Uncle Michael.  Natalie works as an attorney in town, and has a small (but lovely) apartment just two blocks away from the White House.  We met her and Michael there and took the Metro up to the

National Zoo

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To tell the truth, this wouldn’t have been on my personal travel itinerary, but Natalie really, really wanted to show her niece and nephew the panda.  And who am I to stand in the way of such enthusiasm for fuzzy roly-poliness?  I even brought Natalie a copy of Mrs. Harkness and the Panda (excellent children’s nonfiction title from 2012) as a thank-you gift.

I remember seeing Ling-Ling and Hsing-Hsing back when I was a teenager.  This time we saw . . . Mei Xiang, I think.

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Boy, can she chew that bamboo!  These photos were taken in a panda-ravenous crowd of about 60 people, all simultaneously straining necks, hoisting smartphones into the air, and shoving small children to the front for a better look.

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We had all brought bowls of frozen yogurt into the zoo with us.  Mango fro-yo with fudge sauce and pandas: you really can’t beat that combination.  Seeing all seven of us parade by with the treats caused more than one child in the zoo to complain, “but look, Mom, everyone here is eating yogurt!  Why can’t I have some?”

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The White House: a.k.a. Natalie’s Backyard

This (above photo) was as close as we could get, owing to the Boston Marathon bombings.  Security was amped up.

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I was charmed to see that the exact same anti-nuclear protest that I saw in the 90s was still there.  Which meant that I was immediately bombarded with questions from Jeff about what nuclear war isand how it works, and so on.  It was what would prove to be the first in a series of  awkward questions about U.S. history.  Eleanor’s face says it all.

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The Far End of the Mall

And then, a brief evening sojourn in Memorial-Land.  I love the WWII memorial, it is enormous.  Cue Awkward Barrage of Questions from Jeffrey #2!  And why isn’t there a big memorial for WWI on the Mall?  Is it somewhere else?

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I made fun of these people on the Segways, but secretly craved one.  Or at least a bicycle.  The Mall is not scaled for human-style pedestrian traffic.  It is made for Ents.  Gosh, that’s a long walk.

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The kids really hadn’t heard of the Lincoln Memorial outside of “it’s that place on the back of the penny!”  Which is the only possible reason I can think of to explain why we still have pennies.

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Dinner

. . . was at a restaurant appropriately called Lincoln.  The floor was tiled with pennies.  They served delicious small plates, most of which were great, but I call foul on the deviled eggs.  If a deviled egg costs $5 it should taste like it just won the Oscar for Best Supporting Ovarian.  These tasted like something I could make.  However the restaurant also had lovely hand-stenciled walls in the bathrooms, so I call a net-positive for Lincoln.  Because I am the most highly distracted food critic ever.

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See?  Hand-stenciled!  There were different patterns in each of the stalls!

Meanwhile, epic sidewalk statuary.

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Tomorrow: The Senatorial Subway — Corncob Capitals — The First Weird Squirrel

PawPaw Days: Sunset

A string of clear skies and warm weather (the folks round here call it a “sunbreak”) often leads to spontaneous behavior.

Who was I to pass up an opportunity to watch the sunset at Richmond Beach with my mom?

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These photos don’t really do the place justice.  Imagine a giant opalescent sheet of glass, fringed with craggy snow-spiked mountains.  Add a foreground of green grass with frolicking children . . . got it?

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PawPaw Days: Experience Music Project

Getting close to finishing up with these.  What is there to say about the EMP except . . .

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Whoa, funky architecture . . .

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. . . check out our reflection . . .

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. . .Katie insisted on dancing in the Sky Church at every spare opportunity . . .

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. . . I was nearly hit by the Guitarricane . . .

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. . . HOLY CRAP THAT’S KIRK’S CHAIR . . .

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. . . and my Mom is one righteous biker babe.

 

That is all.

PawPaw Days: Port Townsend

After the home-run with the Skagit Valley Tulip Festival, I thought I’d take another big swing with a ferry ride to Kingston.

The ferry ride was nice enough.  Sunshine!

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But what to do on the other side?  Most of the businesses in Kingston were closed, but the ticket vendor at the ferry terminal recommended driving to Port Townsend, which is reportedly adorable.

And it is.  But it’s also a 45 minute drive from Kingston.  Which is not so great if you have to get back home before the kids get home from school at 4:00.  Alas, we didn’t realize the drive time until we were almost halfway there.

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But it was fun anyway.  Seagulls of unusual size!

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This random guy with his epaulet-bedecked coat!

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And lunch beside the sea.  The water is incredibly clear in the Port Townsend Bay.  We saw a rowboat, sailboat, kayaks . . . and a sea otter!

Katie is quite the mealtime conversationalist.

Katie:

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Grandma & Grandpa:

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Katie:

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The drive back was a bit of a race-the-clock white-knuckles on the steering wheel affair, but everything was chill once we got on the ferry.  Popcorn from the snack bar didn’t hurt, either.

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And yes, we did make it back just in time to see the school bus pull up in front of my kids’ stop.  Whew!

PawPaw Days: Skagit Valley Tulip Festival

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Backing up a bit . . .

I want to chronicle a few more of the adventures I had with my parents when they came to visit last month.  Especially this insane tulipalooza eye-candy freakout:

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Seriously, is the level of beauty here just insane?  A staggering number of the flowering bulbs grown in the U.S. come from Skagit Valley, which is about an hour’s drive north of where I live.  My parents and I noticed how similar the weather and climate are to those in the Netherlands (we took a road trip there when I was 8 or 9).

We mucked about in the fields for a while (and I do mean mucked, the mud was thick):

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Then we went to see the demonstration gardens.  Holy.  Cow.  It was like Flower Disneyland, everything was meticulously manicured and gorgeous.  After a while I began to get a little dizzy, even though I was loving every minute of it.

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(Pant. Pant. Pant.  Are you ready for more?  It’s like putting SweeTarts on your eyeballs.)

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OF COURSE WE HAD TO GET A PICTURE WITH THE BIG FAKEY WINDMILL!  OUR HEARTS AREN’T MADE OF STONE!

By the way, all of the images in this post were taken by my mom, with her phone.  I only used about 1% of the photos she took; we were all a little giddy and swept away by the spectacle.  My mom loved it (home run on the hostessing front!) and I can’t wait to go again next year.

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I Like to Look for Rainbows

My Eleanor got baptized!

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Lucky girl — both sets of grandparents were able to come to Seattle for the event.  There were also so many friends there; it was wonderful to see how much love there is for this little girl.  This was a really spiritual experience for me, and I do not say that lightly.  (Or often.)

 

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Unlike in Utah, where the Stake Primary organized everything, we put together everything ourselves (with some help from the ward mission leader).  Everyone in the family participated: William lead the music (Katie assisted by doing interpretive dance during the songs), and Jeffrey and I played a duet of “Keep the Commandments” on the piano.

Grandma Shirts gave a talk about baptism, and Grandma Newey gave one about the Holy Ghost.

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When Katie saw Eleanor in the water, she got upset and really wanted to get in, too.  Grandma Shirts explained that it wasn’t her turn.  This placated Katie for a moment, but then lead to her demanding “My turn!” during Eleanor’s confirmation.  Just wait about six more years, baby girl . . .

 

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Naturally, this was all followed up by the traditional game of dodgeball in the church gym.

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What great kids — what a wonderful evening!

 

Down and Derby

Jeffrey and Brian sanded this wedge-shaped car for about two weeks, whenever they have a spare moment or just feel like fidgeting.  Nothin’ like a pinewood derby car to bring out your inner fussbudget.

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Jeff didn’t want to paint it, mainly because he has found the car that I “made” as part of a YW activity as a teenager.  I was a junior in high school, super busy, and didn’t remember to work on it until just a few hours before, so I drew with markers all over the plain wooden block and then nailed wheels to it.  Dubbed “The Brick,” it did okay in the races.

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Anyway, as a result, Jeff wanted an unpainted car that he could draw on with markers as well.  I readily admit that his car is 100x cooler than mine, though.  The “J+B” on the side stands for Jeff + Brooke, although I think it should stand for Jeff + Brian as well.

I’m a little sad that I had to miss the race itself, since it conflicted with a Girl Scout activity.  Just a few more years until Wimmy’s making them, though (unless I can manage to finagle a heat for the Activity Day girls).

PawPaw Days: Snoqualmie Falls

My parents are here for a whole week!  Fun times for everyone, but especially for those of us who get to watch Katie try to figure out their names.

Right now, she refers to both of them as PawPaw.  And occasionally she will specify my mother as PawPaw Suzie.  Meanwhile, Katie refers to her paternal grandparents as PawPaw and Randy.

Today after church the weather was sunny, so we took a drive out to Snoqualmie Falls (one of the “Top 20 Places in Seattle to Take Your Mother,” according to one of the random websites we found).

I wasn’t sure what to expect, but probably not this:

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Majestic, no?  Lots of people compare it to Niagara Falls, which is nice, but I’m guessing that those people have never been to Niagara Falls.  Snoqualmie is much, much less terrifying.

Although, Niagara is probably a teensy bit easier to get a group photo with.

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Yay!  Here we are standing in front of a railing!  With some mist!

Jeffrey is wincing because he fell asleep in the car on the drive.  So did Eleanor and William.  Katie, having taken her nap before the drive, stayed awake and chirped the whole time about PawPaw and allllll the fun things she wanted to do with PawPaw.

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Seriously, she’s been insisting that PawPaw Suzie read her stories at bedtime instead of me.  That.  NEVER. Happens.

OCHO!

A riddle: What has an adorable gap-toothed smile and enough energy to power Wisconsin?

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ELEANOR ON HER BIRTHDAY.  Seriously, I could barely get the girl to calm down.  But who can blame her?  I’d be putting Keds-marks on the walls if I got to wear a spiffy loopy-rainbow headband . . .

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. . . and had a good dozen of my friends show up for my birthday . . . 

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(this is only half of the kids who came)

. . .  and got to have a giant cookie cake.

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(“Happy Birthday to MEEEEE!”)

The sort-of theme for the birthday party was “Milk & Bookies,” inspired by this particular non-profit.  Instead of presents, the guests were asked to bring a book to donate to the Treehouse, a foundation that gives support to children in foster care.  We played book-ish themed games, I read stories (Epossumondas and The Princess and the Pig) and then everyone ate milk and cookies.

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There were far, far more children at the party than we expected.  In the past, usually about 30% of the invites can’t come, but that wasn’t the case this year.  Whooo, boy.  Our final group activity was “Everyone Go Play Outside,” which they did.  With gusto.

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