This post is going to be a few posts in one because the Hutson family has had some big events in the last few days. The first of these being Johnny's 25th birthday!
We celebrated a few days early with Johnny's requested turtle cheesecake which was amazing and the recipe can be found here. He also had a cheese platter to start and bleu cheese burgers. See a theme?
The next morning, Johnny had the cheesecake for his birthday breakfast while reading his favorite present, a new bible that my parents' got him. Apparently he didn't want to read the box of the new leaf blower I got him, but I'm over it.
Later that day, we were preparing to leave for Johnny's grandfather's funeral in Arlington. Johnny wanted to wear his dress uniform to the service, but we then realized that his hat and shoes were packed in a box in our storage unit because of the move. I thought we could just go over and try to find it, but we surprisingly didn't have much luck.
We made it to DC that night, and the next day there was a wonderful service honoring his grandfather, a Navy Captain. It was really nice to get to spend time with Johnny's extended family and have a crab boil and more birthday cake for Johnny's real birthday that night.
Friday, the day after the funeral, some of the family went in to Washington D.C. to see a few museums. One museum that we saw was the National Archives. They had an exhibit on food propaganda from different wars. Did you know that during WWII, butter was considered to be a food group? Oh if only that were still true.
Saturday, the whole fam, including Baby Hutson (age 16 weeks), went into Annapolis to tour the Naval Academy. The campus is definitely the nicest college campus I have ever seen; however, they seem to be a lot more concerned with beating the Army than they are with beating Al Qaeda. (I jest. Johnny's sister is Navy ROTC and his cousin is a Seal. We love the Navy almost as much as the Army.)
We ended the trip with a moonlight tour of all the monuments in Washington D.C. Along with the Korean War Memorial, Iwo Jima was a favorite of everyone's. On the trolley, Johnny's Aunt Gigi decided to tell the tour guide that the pregnant lady with her really needed to go to the bathroom, which surprisingly I didn't. The tour guide made a huge fuss for the last hour of the trip, pointing out on the intercom every stop where I could use the restroom, calling me independent and strong for continually telling her that I didn't have to go.
Coming up at the end of the week is the beginning of our big and final (at least for now) move. Before and after shots are sure to follow.
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