Philly

In celebration of Father's Day we went to the home of our founding fathers – Philadelphia – to see our friends Wendy and Todd who we met on our honeymoon in Costa Rica when were supposed to be sequestered in our love nest. We've already had several great adventure with them, which I talked about here and here. They had twin boys three weeks older than Sawyer and now have a third boy, Turner, who we got to meet for the first time this trip.

It was a fun trip filled with delicious food, the perfect amount of chaos, and a little unwelcome rain. We did get enough nice weather to tour the old town on our first day up. Independence Hall, The Liberty Bell, Elfreth's Alley (the oldest residential neighborhood in the country).

The best part of the tour, unexpectedly, was our stop at the Arden Theater.


We finished our tour of the city at Franklin Square, where the kids rode the carousel and pulled us in six different directions at once.



But, the day was not complete until we sat down and ate giant Philly Cheesesteaks, because you can't go to Philly and not eat cheesesteak (or so I was told by several friends on Facebook). I must report that after driving five hours alone with three kids (Scott took the train which took only 90 minutes) and walking half the city pushing a stroller AND carrying a backpack, I finished my entire cheesesteak in about three bites.

The following day rain put a damper on plans to go to Sesame Place, which is something like the Pampers Cruisers to Disney Land's Huggies Supreme, if you know what I mean. So instead we went to Giggleberry Fair, which was an indoor arcade/toddler discovery land. Stimulation overload is the best way to sum up that experience. But, it was a great way to wear some energy out of the kids, and they all thankfully slept the whole way home.

Meanwhile, I got to see what it would be like if Arden were a human ping pong ball: