Thursday, October 3, 2013

DC (Right Before the Government Shutdown)

Palmer and I went to visit Aunt Samantha over the weekend.  We got there right before everything in the town closed down with the government lockdown and before the TSA employees at the airport became even more disgruntled.

Palmer charmed his way into the cockpit of the plane bound for DC.  (The stuffed animal is his new obsession, "George Monkey" (aka Curious George) waving for the camera.)
When we arrived, we quickly headed over to the Baltimore Orioles ballpark for a baseball game.  My friend Kelli met a Rangers pitcher and then he had the audacity to marry her and whisk her away to his new team cities.  Scott is currently playing in Baltimore, so we were able to visit with Kelli while in the area and catch the game.

(Not the best angle...)

Not bad seats.
 Somebody's a fan of the ballpark food.  Mr Ketchup Face stole almost all of my hotdog.
Sadly, we got there a little late and missed Scott pitch, but Kelli said it was a stressful few innings and we probably didn't want to be sitting with her anyway for the opening of the game.

The rest of the weekend was spent walking around the city, catching up with friends, and baking cookies for 120 people (my sister always gets into situations like that).  I asked Palmer about his highlight of the weekend and he said, "we made cookies!"  More like we ate cookies and more cookies and more cookies...

My favorite highlights were:

We got to see Miss Kelly and Mr David over pizzas on Saturday night.  Kelly is extremely busy right now with the government shenanigans, so I was so thrilled she got to get away for dinner.
I just love this view from the Georgetown Harbor.  We saw the most amazing yachts parked by the waterfront, too.
Samantha and I went for a long walk one evening.  Palmer kept asking where we were going.  We said, "We are going to see a very big man named Mr. Lincoln."  Palmer was very impressed when we arrived.
So impressed, in fact, that he tried to sit by Mr. Lincoln and quickly had guards running Palmer's way.
We miss Samantha so much and feel fortunate to get to see her every three months or so.

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