Weekend = semi fail

Currently Jack is sleeping through our next door neighbor's construction crew hammering the other side of his bedroom wall.  I ask myself how my child can nap through this and yet wake up if I happen to drop a spoon on the kitchen floor.  His napping-through-pounding has allowed me well over two hours of (boring) reading on Counter-Reformation culture in Spain-- reading that suggests that people stupidly believe things they hear from preachers if said propaganda happens to be enveloped in a cloud of fiery fear-mongering. 

This reminds me of how the weekend got off to its not-so-productive start: in the name of restoring sanity (and keeping fear alive and well), Jenn, David, and I ventured down to the National Mall with our friend Rachel B from high school (visiting from New York) and our children in tow.  As we approached the sea of chaos, we began to wonder if perhaps pregnancy had officially damaged our brain cells because schlepping toddlers around in a crowd of 250,000+ people all walking in different directions is not what you might call bright, educated, well thought out, or intelligent.  That said, we got in a solid walk (probably a total of 7 miles) while pushing strollers and enjoyed a nice lunch in the cafe of the National Gallery of Art.  Rally = fail, lunch = success.  

And an agent wants to see the house- so long, blog, it has been nice procrastinating with you for the last five minutes.