It's Spring Break for all the school kiddos in Western New York (honestly, Will goes to Catholic school so he is really never in class) so the boys came to Philly for the week with me.
Peter drove us to Philadelphia on Saturday. We're in an enormous suite at the Hyatt. I should have requested a shoebox room, because my husband now knows why I never can work in Buffalo ever again, that my life as a fancypants traveling consultant is really the only way to live.
Today, Peter had the afternoon to himself because I got some Phillies tickets off Craigslist and took the boy to see some baseball.
Excitement, riding the subway. P.S. The subway is fucking gross.
Nosebleed seats, in the shade, with the wind whipping us around = kind of cold. Not very pleasant.
Will did that geeky stat thing that people sometimes do and then at the top of the 6th he was all like, I'm cold mommy - let's get the hell out of here.
For once, I listened to him.
socializing