Friday was our last day in DC and Matt's only day of sight-seeing, so we went to the National Air and Space Museum to look at rockets and stuff. Going on a Friday in May meant that we had to share the museum space with swarms of school children who weren't very good at looking at where they were going. I was working on figuring out how to feed Izzy in the Moby Wrap so that I could walk around and see things too, and while I don't have all the kinks worked out yet, I'm pretty sure I didn't unintentionally (or intentionally) flash any of the underage folks. Nobody complained, anyway.
On a side note, wearing a baby is usually peachy keen but on a warm day it's more like wearing a wiggly bag of hot potatoes. Or being pregnant again.
Our flight home was delayed on the runway for over an hour and a half due to hailstones the size of quarters somewhere in the flight path, or something like that. That was a cruddy bit of business, but we did eventually make it off the ground and we did not get struck by lightning or anything, so I call that a successful flight. Also on the plus side, we managed to make it home before midnight and our house was neither burgled nor burned down by the lava lamp I forgot to unplug. Lucky us.
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