Last Saturday, you and I continued our tradition of venturing out on a poorly planned Christmas tour of Philly. We logged about 5 miles on your stroller, and had ourselves a cold and stressful Christmas adventure.
1st stop: The Macy's Holiday Light Show: (Fail)
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Not impressed. |
Stop 3: Franklin Flea: (Win!)
Mommy was pretty disappointed in the shopping options here, but it turned out to be the perfect place for you to enjoy some live music while having a festive snack of some Goldfish and dried cranberries.
Stop 4: Reading Terminal Market: (Fail)
Too crowded! Mommy will have to go back without you, and the stroller.
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Chinatown Friendship Gate |
By this point, you were exhausted, throwing tantrums and insisting on climbing out of the stroller. It was packed with people, all of whom were giving me dirty looks for trying to navigate the park with a stroller and a screaming kid.
We escaped, and you screamed all the way down JFK Boulevard, until this busker caught your attention.
Here you are, tears drying, listening to this man play his saxophone. I wish I had more than a couple bucks in cash to tip him!
Stop 6 was supposed to be the holiday spectacular at the Comcast Building... but when we got there, I noticed the number 2 bus coming up the street. We decided to screw it. We boarded the bus, and a couple of sweet old ladies helped rein you in while I folded up the stroller and lugged it on behind us. (Fail)
I'm fairly convinced this was your favorite part of the day, since you talked about "ride the bus!" for the next three days, and even told your teachers at school about it. (Win!)
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Prettiest little passenger on Septa |
I love you so much, baby girl!