We decided to go home (my home that is) for the holidays. I have always loved going back east in the winter, despite our frigid temps during this time of the year. I will say, though, that we were rather lucky with 50+ degrees for several days during our two weeks away.
Seeing all of the signs for streets leading to the White House
make this gal a VERY proud Washingtonian. Ironically, I always took it for granted that we lived among the monuments and landmarks that many families around the world used their life savings to visit. When I moved away from the DC area, at 26-years-old, I appreciated my former backyard a lot more. So much so that I moved back and settled in Alexandria, Virginia for a little bit.
The homes in DC are very rich in history and all around Capitol Hill are a treat to drive by.
you will come upon the new Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial at 1964 Independence Avenue, SW, which also refers to the Civil Rights Act of 1964.
It was very special for our little guy to visit the King Memorial, especially since my family has a connection with the King family dating back to their Spelman & Morehouse days of the 1950s in Atlanta, Georgia. Dr. King's sister, Christine King Farris, spoke at my aunt's funeral a few years ago and autographed copies of her book about Dr. King to all of the grandchildren in our family, thanks to my mother.
The Memorial is across the street from the Washington Monument,
which I pointed out to Cameron. I wonder what goes through his little mind when he is looking at all of our tall monuments and buildings in DC.
Before we crossed back over the Basin, Little Kipster enjoyed a little Mommy time
We headed back up Independence to the Capitol so our little one could see where Mommy had her first job. I loved riding the underground subway that ran between the Capitol Building and the senate buildings when I had to take briefing books to Senator Kennedy on the senate floor.
It was time for a taste of Texas at the Austin Grill, where I used to eat many years ago. When I was living here in the '90s, I never thought I would have a child who would share a name with a street I traveled along every day.
the preppy debutante