Happy Father's Day

Of course this weekend was all about dad. Our planned attempt to check-out DC's National Aquarium was thwarted by not one but three roadblocks (festival? Race? Visit by the Queen? Whatever it was, we were not amused), but on our way home we found a new spot to play, which offered a trifecta of toddler joy: ducks, boats and airplanes.

I'm talking about a picnic spot behind the otherwise awful and overpriced restaurant Indigo Landing near the Dangerfield Marina. We sat on the grassy waterfront, ate our lunch and were literally surrounded by by mallards in search of Cheerios. The up-close boats and airplanes landing at National Airport were just icing. When we got home, Paul took Harry to testout his father's day gift: a helmet and baby-seat. I'm told Harry loooooved it as they sped through Old town and down the GW Parkway bike path. Considering he never complained once about the "funny hat" enroute, I'm sure it's true.