Memorial day in Philadelphia

Margaret was excited all last week about our pending trip to Philadelphia to see the cousins. Whenever she would start to fuss (which was often), I would change the topic by asking where we were going this weekend. "Baseball game?," she would reply, reflecting our recent trip to the Cubs game. When that was shot down, she would say "Birthday party?" A natural response given the many birthday parties that she's attended lately (it's an interesting coincidence, especially to a two-year-old, that many kids in the toddler room all turn two at around the same time.) No, not a birthday party. We're going to.... Phila... "delphia!!!" Margaret would yell. Eventually, she could put the whole phrase together - Philadelphia! - but not with any consistency.

On our trip, we...

...did attend a birthday party (for Andrew) at a Benihana-type Chinese restaurant

...rode on a train

...chased Andrew around and reveled in his dancing

...saw a fire truck up close

...ate lots of bagels

and generally had a great time. Teddy, for all of his sleeping problems, also had lots of fun scooting around the floor of the relatives' living room. We've decided that he shows a tendency to look for trouble that Margaret didn't display. More on that later.