The Good, the Bad, the Amazing

Dawn of a new day on the morning of the Inauguration. Our view...

Well, we made it there. My husband changed his mind. However, he said he preferred that we all go together on the condition that we spent the night in our own bed rather than at his friends house one mile north of the mall. He preferred that we set out at 3am (what is it with men and wanting to leave at 3am for trips) and head into DC the morning of the Inauguration. I decided that it was worth it to go together even if it meant arriving 10 hrs early.*

So, we left our home at 3:30am. Traffic was already backed up for miles at the first Metro station for DC. We abandoned the 1st station and drove one station closer to the city where the line was shorter- only 1/4 mile. We ended up parking on the street (score!) and walking for the station. In the station more lines for Metro tickets- I thanked my practical husband for getting our tickets the day before. We flew past the line and onto a train.

We were on the mall by 6am. We got a sweet spot- probably 50 ft back from the fenced in ticketed area, right next to a Jumbotron TV screen. To our east a clear and beautiful view of The Capitol building (see our picture above!), to our west, a clear and beautiful view of the Washington monument.

Our initial plan was to scout out the area whenever we arrived and then head inside somewhere to stay warm until 9 or 10 am. Then we would come back outside to wait for the Swearing In. At 6am, the Mall was already getting congested and the buildings weren't opening to allow people to warm up until 8 or 10am. So we decided to stay put... bad idea jeans, we should've stuck to our plan. It started off well enough- they handed out free flags which our daughter loved waving around. By 8:30, though, she reached her limit and was just through. She was tired but couldn't fall asleep in the backpack child-carrier like she normally can on trips. Too much excitement, too cold to fully relax, too many people. Just too much. Total meltdown- she refused to keep her gloves on, tears and snot were flying everywhere.

We decided to head home. We had agreed ahead of time that if she totally lost it, we would bring her home.

We ducked into a hotel on the way back to the train station because she just couldn't go another block. People were looking at us and our screaming child- I worried that they were going to call Child Protective Svcs. Thank God the hotel was very hospitable to those seeking warmth and shelter. I settled into a cozy lounge chair and tried to warm up her cold little hands and feet. Within minutes she was comfortable and asleep on my lap. She slept well until some daft elderly woman approached gently, leaned into her sweet sleeping face and yelled "Isn't she cute- SOUND ASLEEP!!" After which of course, she was no longer asleep. Thanks. We packed back up and headed home. We were home by 11:30am- in time to watch the main event in the comfort of our home.

So overall, I think we had the best of both worlds-- we were there, we felt the love, we felt the excitement, we felt the hope, we have a couple pictures. Our daughter will be able to say she was there and waved her flag and learned how to say "O-BA-MA!". Then we went home and watched each delicious moment of the Swearing-In from the comfort of our home while she slept in her dads arms.

In the end, my dear practical husband said he has no regrets and he's glad we went. I'm glad too. I truly hope my daughter looks back on these times as the years when it seemed like Obama was president forever... the same way I feel about Reagan (I could've sworn he was president like 16 years). I'm so glad she was there on The Mall to greet history.

*He was right by the way. We later learned it was nearly impossible for people to get to the mall from the north due to two checkpoints on the parade route. Most people who tried to come from that direction eventually ended up giving up and turning around after hours of waiting.*