We were having a rare lazy Sunday morning in bed when I saw
the email from my Mom. A voracious reader, she’s always giving me newspaper
clippings of DC events and exhibits and new restaurants we should check out. We
feel like dirtbags, because we rarely actually make it into the city for any of
them, and I sometimes worry that we’ll leave DC without ever having hit up a
museum or an outdoor concert or any “quintessential DC experience” under our
belts besides the horrific traffic.
Moral of the story is that Mom-guilt works, and we fought
off inertia and dragged ourselves downtown for some culture. And of course it
was a blast. This particular event was a free Marty Stuart concert at the
Museum of the American Indian (we’re both huge fans of old school country
music, and I had seen him play often at much-hipper Texas venues). The show was
complete with sequined jackets, old favorites, jabs at Custer, a surprise
appearance by Marty’s incredible wife, acclaimed vocalist Connie Smith, and
some of the most hysterical people watching we had done in a long time.
Afterwards we took ourselves out for pizza at District of π,
where Seth found himself in meatball heaven, and enjoyed ambling the mostly
tourist-free streets on a sunny Sunday afternoon. It was a nice reminder that
there are things about DC that we really do enjoy, and that we’re lucky to live
in a place where people vacation!
Our “DC date” was a lovely way to end a pretty nice week. The
highlight of my workweek was combating the app-induced pregnancy doldrums
(seriously, with all the depressing things and stressful must-dos they flood your inbox with!??!) with morning trips to the uncrowded and view-laden O’Club pool.
Seth has
been doing a ton of shooting, and shot a match at Quantico Saturday.
Afterwards, we crashed the end (because we’re no dummies) of Scott and Grace’s
joint birthday party, and got to send off our own wish lantern. (Grace wished
that we would have a “good baby.” And names her Abigail. Hopefully she’ll be
half right.) 
Oh, and we went back for our “real” 20 week ultrasound. Baby
Nieman is healthy, active, and measuring large, to the delight of her father
and terror of yours truly. The baby bump is (obviously) starting to show now,
and have the first couple pieces of furniture in the nursery, so it’s getting
more real by the day!
The photo of the week, both because we’re stoked to be heading to Alaska in two weeks (!!!) and because it’s just plain awesome, is of Missy, The World’s Greatest Fisherman. She had a banner fishing day this weekend. As in, people were actually asking if they could rub her fishing pole for good luck. Bizarre, but also pretty fabulous.
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