You Seriously Gotta Get Out More: Smithsonian Museum of American History

So in an effort to keep to my new year's resolution (the one where I said I will get out and do more in this great place I get to call home) we took the little one to the Museum of American History. It was bitter cold on Sunday so we decided what better place to go for a long walk then a museum. We could get out of the house, get some much needed exercise and see some cool stuff. Plus Lance had yet to see this particular Smithsonian museum. It had been closed for several years for renovations.

The American History museum is my favorite. Full of pop culture items - Dorothy's ruby slippers, Kermit the Frog, Chelsea Clinton's toe shoes and a whole section dedicated to the ball dresses of the first ladies. Plus you can also pretend you are the president and stand behind this very official looking Presidential Podium. Here she is, Sunshine Hillary, ready to bust through those cracks in the glass ceiling.

But before she starts running the country she will need to learn a bit on manners. Specifically, what is and is not acceptable in public. Farting in public - not acceptable for the commander in chief. Sweet little baby, she let one rip while we were strolling through the quietest room of the museum. The room was small but with a very high ceiling, which of course made every slight sound echo and sound even louder then normal. And here we were laughing out loud, loudly, at this echoing fart machine we are strolling around. And she just lit up with giggles and smiles, so very proud of herself. She thought it was the greatest thing to stroll around and look at sketches from the Plain Indians...while farting.