So I was going to put this cute post here about our DC Bloggers trip to the National Zoo but my dearest darlingest husband scooped me while I was at Target desperately searching for Teething Tablets! WTH? And because I’m lazy and can’t re-write the post I had in my head, you’ll just have to live with the link to Justin’s page (he has pics!).
I will add that I did enjoy our trip, even if Gavin ate more than a hippo and Cooper whined piteously because we were negligent and left his binky in the truck (and by “we” I mean “Justin”). It was neat to put faces to the names (and real names, in some cases). I enjoyed meeting the kids and husbands I had read about and even Justin enjoyed himself. I think he and Caramama’s hubby, Londo, got on famously and may be planning some sort of husband-of-mommy-bloggers date. And while we have like 80 other pictures than the ones posted at Justin’s site, since they contained these other bloggers and their families, we wanted to be sure to respect their privacy. So send a self-addressed-stamped envelope to me with $20 inside and I will relinquish copies of the pictures to you.
Oh, I will leave you with this: should you ever drive to the National Zoo and can’t get a spot in the lot, please please please for the love of Beaujolais, park south (downhill) from the Zoo. Somehow the National Zoo defies all laws of physics and seems to be uphill in all directions. Make it easy on yourself and walk downhill to your car after all that hiking. Your hips and calves will thank you (and me).