Baby Lobbyist

I noticed in the last couple weeks that the only time I've had contractions during the work week are on days that I head up to the Hill to lobby.

Sure enough, the minute I set foot in the Rayburn building today, Robbie starting going crazy. 

Maybe he knows it is the center of the democratic universe.  Maybe he doesn't like going through metal detectors.  Maybe he thinks Congress is acting crazy these days.  Maybe he just hates my walking from building to building on the marble floors.

But its definitely strange.

Maybe Robbie wants to be a lobbyist when he grows up!