Arrived safely in Philadelphia with small infant child in tow. She proved to be beyond excellent at traveling, much better than the dude trying to get through the security check point with the JAR OF PICKLES. Alice - 1; Jar of Pickles Guy That Totally Lost His Cool - 0.
I am wimp. The time change IS TOTALLY KICKING MY TRASH.
Is there anywhere in the downtown Philadelphia area that sells SIZE ONE DIAPERS? Thank you, my child will not fit into diapers made for 16-pound giants.
We're staying at the Marriott right next to City Hall. I kept calling the statue on top of the building Ben Franklin. Chip called it the Quaker Oats Guy. We were both wrong: it's William Penn. We desperately need to bone up on history. We are sad and pathetic.
It is gray and rainy and windy. We are Seattlites. It isn't supposed to rain outside of the Northwest.
More soon.
1 comment:
Yay for making it to Philly!
(And I loved the Star Wars reference.)
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