When Mr. President Comes To Town
As you might recall from a PS of a mention in my last post, President Obama decided to come to Warrensburg.
I felt like the arrival of the leader of the free world to our sweet Burg of a city surely deserved documentation, so get excited.
This is how my time with the President began.
This was another day in the life of me where I wished we had television, because several live streams I found didn’t work and others were less than awesome, but this one did work and did keep us really updated solely on that red area where Air Force One was going to land.
Gatsby fell asleep waiting on the late arrival of a live stream, and then Ryan called and said he was on his way home which made me very happy because we could venture out to see the motorcade together!
We live close enough to the highway the motorcade was going to be coming in on that we decided to just walk which seemed like a good idea, until we were halfway into the walk and remembered it was hot and I’m incredibly pregnant with swollen feet.
But we trekked ahead, because that is what you do for the President.
(And we were so fortunate that a teacher from my dad’s school saw us, took pity on my pregnant hobble, and gave us a ride! Score!)
So onward we went and found our spot next to one of these signs someone put up all over town for President Obama to see:
And both myself and Baby Girl J do support the troops and their loved ones.
After a good 20 minute bake in the hot sun, we got to see all of the excitement come by!
The Shippmate and I waved, and Baby Girl J even gave a kick of a nod to Mr. President, too!
And I know what you’re thinking. Those photographs from my little ol’ iPhone 4 (no S) are incredible.
I’m nearly sure someone from The White House will be contacting me soon for photo release and credit, because really– the Warrensburg water tower AND the church sign welcoming him?!
I found my photography skills impeccable, too.
Then began the trek home, and for those of you that know how short of a walk this was, I’m embarrassed to say I thought I was going to die. But for those of you that don’t know, just picture it being very very far.
I had been texting my family group text live updates from our big moment, and my dad had just replied “Very cool” to which I responded with this picture and the caption, “Actually very hot.”
I told Ryan I needed a picture of him for “the baby book” (I say this every once in awhile even though I know there will be no baby book, but rather a blog of memories) but he had came straight from work and didn’t really feel as attractive as I look in the above picture, so I took this one which I think looks stellar anyway:
All in all, it was a great time, and I’m glad we were able to have our moment with Mr. President in his trip to The Big Bad Burg.
Our baby will forever remember this day via this blog of a baby book kind of documentation.
Oh, and one more thing– the morning of his arrival, I was driving through town, and I could have sworn I saw Jack Bauer explaining protocol to some local law enforcement. And it made me miss Jack Bauer so much. So much so that I’m going to try to convince The Shippmate to re-start that series with me. LONG LIVE JACK BAUER.