day 5/6

Quick post. I'm sure there's a reason, but I don't feel like figuring it out and then coming up with the words and putting them all in the right order. So instead I'll just list the things we did yesterday and today and then call it enough. Maybe I'll get ambitious enough tomorrow to post a "thing's I'm thankful for" post. Post turkey, naturally. But for now:

Visited the Art Museum. A few fun facts about visiting the Philadelphia Museum of Art:

  1. If you think it will be okay to keep your 3 year old in the stroller and that he'll just quietly sit there because you are going to make it such a fun game by looking for all the puppies and kitties in all the pictures, just do yourself and everyone else a favor and shoot yourself in the head. It's quicker, quieter, and probably leaves less of a mess.
  2. Stroller wheels are acceptable on the old hardwood floors in the exhibit areas. Even those old hardwood floors that look like they are about a paper's width away from being a sawdust. Stroller wheels are NOT acceptable on the stone stairs leading up to the second floor. Because they might somehow damage the stone, duh.
  3. Backpacks are only to be worn on one shoulder, not snug against the back with straps over both shoulders. It would be a shame to miss out on the excitement of nearly knocking over nearby exhibits while trying to shrug a sagging backpack back up on your shoulder while trying to squeeze past the middle school group who has decided the best place to gather is just outside the women's bathroom.
Perhaps someone should have gotten a better night's sleep before venturing out on the town, hmmm?

Dinner (at Cosi) and dessert (at Naked Chocolate Cafe) was the extent of our PM revelry. Or at least that's how BG and I had it planned. LG thought it would be fun to stay up all night. He made it to 10:30, then collapsed in an exhausted heap on the pull out sofa. Persistence is one thing we will never have to work on with this child.

Today we caught the 32 bus to 33rd & Oxford and took a short hike to the Smith Memorial Playground, etc. LG did awesome despite his shortened night. The working traffic signal in the basement was no small help in that area. Anyone who has spent more than 45 seconds with LG is shaking their heads knowingly right now. The bus ride back to City Hall was uneventful with the exception of LG shushing us because he was "A tryin' a talk to Somebody." The gentleman to his right was kind enough to oblige him by listening attentively as he explained the more peculiar aspects of the "Fouw Cwocks on City Hauw" -- mainly that they are yellow when they are all lit up at night, but blue during the daytime and that the clock facing our hotel room was a "witto bit diwty, wite up at da tippy tippy top". Wherever you are, Gentleman to the Right, thank you for taking the time out of your otherwise busy day to make one little boy feel all grown up.

From the bus stop at 15th & JFK we walked through City Hall, past the nearly-decorated Christmas tree ("How come dose wites not on, Mom-mae? Dey not pwugged in? Dey need an outwet? Din dey will haf da lectatricity? And din dey will be all on?") and on to Reading Terminal to see if the train were up and running. They were. And soon we were. And pushing buttons to see "What it do, Mom-mae?" That kept us busy long enough for BG to go back to the hotel and reclaim our luggage so that we could catch the train to DE. The blessed train on which LG finally succumbed to the siren of sleep, packed though it was.

The train ride was uneventful. I'm not sure what kind of event I was expecting that made our ride seem uneventful, but I'm just calling 'em like I sees 'em. And now we're here, ready to take full advantage of the "kick off your shoes and loosen your belt" kind of comfort that only years of friendship can create. Did I mention how much I'm enjoying this trip?

PS Yeah, yeah, I know. This was supposed to be a quick post.


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