Georgetown

This morning our U Street baby traveled thirty blocks crosstown to Georgetown.  We needed to do something different this morning to get us out of our funk of not seeing Mike for a full week, and what a better way to do that than to go do something out of our normal routine.  

First up was to walk along the beautiful Georgetown Waterfront,  looking at the planes as they descend into National Airport and watching the rowers along the Potomac.

I've got this, Mom!  Do not steer!

Our boy looking so serious as he watches the planes.  

We looked at the canals that meander through the outskirts of Georgetown and watched the water cascade over the locks.  Jack was mesmerized at the water and annoyed I would not let him get any closer.

Following our walk along the water front, we headed up to M Street to check out some shops.  Amazingly, there was no line in front of Georgetown Cupcake, so we decided to go in and grab one of their famous confections.

Typical Jack, he decided that the chocolate cupcake was poisonous and refused to eat it.  Fine.  I ate the entire $3.03 cupcake all by myself.  It was delicious!

We then made our way down M Street and did a little shopping, stopping in Keihl's to get some face wash (which truthfully the need for soap was the reason for the entire trip) and then into Cusp where Maria bought herself a present (thanks Mike!).

By then we were getting hungry!  There are a ton of great restaurants in Georgetown.  But it was only 11 am and many places do not open for lunch until closer to noon, so our choices were limited.  Also, Jack is a toddler, which limited our choices even further.  We decided to go to Johnny Rockets for a burger and fries.

I always stay away from places like this.  They are kitchy, full of tourists and the food is not good.  But I have to remember it took me thirty years to become this much of a food snob.  Johnny Rockets is right up Jack's alley: loud, serves fries and has a container of straws right on the table to play with.

Jack has his entire life to be a food snob.  Right now, I'm glad I was able to take him to a place that gave him his first balloon and that I had the privilege of watching the wonder in his face when it started to float away.

As we were getting into the car, Jack started to speak to a realtor selling a house that we were parked in front of on N Street, NW, between 30th and 31st Street.  When it appeared he was starting to put in a verbal offer,  I made him say goodbye and loaded him into the car.  We had done enough damage for one morning.