Happy Birthday, Mr. President

Last weekend was President’s Day weekend, and we celebrated it in the most appropriate way you could ever celebrate it. Yes, we did in fact visit the birthplace of George Washington. Yeah, no joke. Well, actually we were going to Westmoreland State Park in Virginia, but stopped at a little town called Colonial Beach and at Pope’s Creek Estate where Washington was born. I’d never heard of it, and wasn’t expecting much, but they had a pretty nice set up, and the area was beautiful on a warm February day. The replica house overlooked the Potomac River filled with noisy geese, sheep wandered around the yards, and there weren’t many tourists moving around, so it was all pretty good.


Adam rolled around in the grass on a sunny day. George may have done the same thing here when he was his age. Maybe Adam will start a revolution, kill a bunch of British, and then be President of a bunch of colonies some day. That would be cool.


Not walking yet, but you can be sure his big brother will help him figure it out. And then Paul will probably be annoyed that he's following him around everywhere.

It was all smiles at Westmoreland State Park, watching his brother roll down the grassy hill.

Adam and his father, taking a break along the Potomac River down in the Commonwealth of Puh-ginia (as Paul called it).

What, Dad? I'm trying to look for crabs and fish and other water things. Almost thought he was going to fall in here... thankfully he didn't, because Becky wouldn't have appreciated me throwing her in after him. That water was probably cold.

Sittin' on a picnic table at the park, about to eat a lens cap.

No Swimming? No Swimming? They're not serious. Or at least that doesn't mean us, Paul. Let's go!!

Yes, it couldn't have been a better President's Day. I guess next year we'll have to travel to Sinking Spring Farm in LaRue County, Kentucky to celebrate. If you don't know what that is, then you should probably spend more time on Wikipedia.