Protest against Prop 8 in Washington, D.C.

We went to the protest and march against Prop 8 yesterday. Abigail had the brilliant idea to put the kids on our shoulders and give them cameras to document the event. (This photo is by one of my oldest and bestest friends, Nylonthread, who came with her adorable boy.)



I could not be prouder of the photos Thea took. It was the kids' first protest, and my first march on Washington.



All the rest of the photos were taken by Thea. Did I mention how proud of her I was?



We started out at the Capitol for the protest.



My friend Abigail organized a group of us to meet nearby and head to the protest together. Here's Abigail:



And here's a 3-second video of some of the rest of us (because at some point we had Thea's camera on the wrong setting). Hello, Nylonthread and Dash!



Next time we go to a protest like this, I have to remember to make a sign to carry, especially for the kids.



This one was one of my favorites, because it's funny, true, and sad:



After an hour or so of protesting, we were on the move for the march to the White House.



There were tons of people. View to the right:



And here's the view to the left. The girl with pink and orange hair is Abigail's brother's girlfriend. Her hair was a beacon to us all when we got lost in the crowd.



And here's a shot of the clouds. At some point, they turned even more ominous. We got about a third of the way to the White House before the sky opened up and drenched us.



Those of us with kids retreated to the shelter of the Hirshhorn Museum. Although we all, even the kids, wanted to continue, we parents couldn't let our wet children stay out in the elements. Especially since Liam was kind of tired and cranky before we even left for the protest.



(This was one of Thea's first practice shots. Liam is holding his Spongebob Squarepants umbrella, and thank heavens Todd insisted we take it and Thea's umbrella, as well, despite my protests.) Nylonthread and Dash headed for the metro, and the O family started the long trek back to our car. Unfortunately, there was at least one protest between us and our parking spot (though, I feel compelled to point out, NO COUNTER PROTESTS; I love this area), so Todd and the kids spent some time at the National Gallery while I ran back to the car. Good thing I've been running, because it was still pouring.