Aunty Jordana

We were delighted to host a guest over the weekend. Jordana, a friend from college, former roommate, fellow journalist, all-around great gal, was in town for a work conference and spent some time getting to know the kids. The last time I saw Jori I was pregnant with Harry. So we had a lot of catching up to do. I'm smaller. The house is bigger -- crammed with diapers, toys and tots. Harry and Charlotte either charmed her into adding to her family or have assured that she and hubby Dan will be childless. Not sure which it is.

Regardless -- we had a great time in her company. We went to a very posh cocktail party in Old Town, for which we were all painfully under-dressed despite the heels and skirts (yes, my fault), we went to hear the final season performance of the Alexandria Symphony Orchestra, and we spent one very soggy afternoon camped out at the Building Museum in DC where Harry ran amok.

I hope she comes back soon. There are diapers to change...