This weekend Frances had a baby shower. Friday night I boarded a $25 bus bound for DC and didn't look back (okay, somewhere during the supposed-to-be-4-hour-ride-that-turned-into-6 I might have looked back a little).
Celebrating Frances and her soon-to-be little lady was totally worth it.
Dana stole the show with her original poem (in rhyming couplets no less). After the shower Dana and I headed downtown to take in a little bit of the National Portrait Gallery and Museum of Modern Art. It was lovely to spend a whole weekend chatting with the ladies but I think my favorite part was, in the middle of the Museum Dana turned to me and asked me if I knew what a certain sculpture was made of. I guessed wood (wrong) and Dana said, "There aren't any guards around. Touch it."
And I did. It's actually metal
And this made me cry. Try reading it.
The hubbs and the kids had a great time too. Claire summed up her weekend with dad this morning when she said, "when I was home with dad I got to watch TV all day. Can you believe that? I want to do that again."
I'd like that too sweetie.