Well, not
my summer vacation, exactly, and of course it's not over yet. But the girls and I went to Virginia to spend a week with their grandparents; to visit a few of the tourist traps you can't go to when you actually live in a place; and to remember why I don't love Virginia in the summer. (Hint: When we landed and were waiting on the jet way for the stroller to emerge from the belly of the plane, Hannah stood for a moment, confused, before asking "UGH! What
is that??" That, my little love, is what is known as humidity.)
Aside from the 18-hour door-to-door trip, we had a great time. We went to the
Zoo, where we got to see all three of the pandas; the
Botanic Gardens, which Grandma and I probably enjoyed more than the girls did; and out for a day of boating on Lake Anna, courtesy the neighbors.
The girls were astounded by the enormous copper screen at the
Museum of the American Indian and by the prism window, though they were probably more charmed by the fact that they could dance in the rainbows it cast on the floor:

And I love how they were able to pull off the all American look just in time to hang out in the nation's capital:
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* It's all in the photography--thanks, Penny!