On Sunday, I mentioned to Chris that my mom had offered to take him shopping as a birthday present. Ten minutes later, he was on the phone arranging a trip to Hagerstown. Hagerstown! Whatever. So we drove up to my parents' place, put the babyseat in their car and drove another hour to buy two pairs of shorts and a shirt. And a hat for Victoria. My dad came, too, since he has a new oxygen generator that can run from the car lighter. Before last weekend, he had about a 90-minute tether for trips outside the house.
Jennifer's job doesn't start until June, so she was home all day while I was at work Monday. She called in the afternoon to say that there was a WWII photography exhibit at Union Station, so we decided to go after dinner. It was worth the short trip, but Victoria had a complete meltdown tantrum when I threw away her drink cup. Splendid acoustics at that part of the building; people were wincing in pain as they fled the West Hall. That was awful, but things calmed down and we had an uneventful trip back.