


On Tuesday, we had our first out of seven birthing classes. It was a mixture of helpful information and weirdness. I started busting up when they dimmed the lights, had us sit on a blanket with closed eyes, and told us to go to our "special place." Hopefully next week we either won't have to go back to the special place, or I'll be able to keep it together when we go there.

On Friday, we went to the Sculpture Garden outside of the National Gallery of Art with our friends Kevin and Melissa. Every Friday during the summer they have live Jazz there, and, the best part for a young not very wealthy couple...it's totally free. We had a fun time eating a picnic dinner, listening to good music, and hanging out.


1 comment:
Yep...Now you and Dad can exchange "Going Under the Knife" stories. Before long you'll have a bionic foot.
Love,
Mom G
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