We got to Philly at about 6pm on Thursday night. The town our friends live in (West Chester) has a festival the first thursday of every month so we were in luck! It was so cool...lots of booths, food and tons of Irish music! We loaded the kiddos up and headed out. Sadly, this is the ONLY picture I got of Ella and Sasha. Don't they look like they're having fun?
Let me tell you...Ella LOVED Sasha and Misha. By the time we left, she'd learned to say Sasha's name (Sash). She didn't learn Misha but she just called him "baby". Even after we got home, she would crawl around the house saying "baby...?...Sash...?". So cute!!We went to downtown Philly to see the sights on Saturday. Ella was super cranky for a lot of the day. We waited for quite awhile to tour Independence Hall. Here we are right before going on our tour.
I didn't realized the tour was guided and that the first 15 minutes was a lecture! Ella was the only baby in there and she was not at all interested in the history of Independence Hall :) It was so uncomfortable! I felt like everyone was just starting at us the whole time thinking "what idiots brought a baby to this?" So, Ella and I ducked out pretty quick and Rusty finished the tour alone. While waiting, Ella made a few friends! These girls were very sweet and just sat there while Ella talked their ear off and pointed at the girl's bow.
Ella just loves other kids. While we were waiting for our tour to start, there was a little boy sitting in the grass by us. He was probably 4 or 5 but Ella pretty much calls everyone "baby". So she goes over to him and starts saying "baby! baby!" and pointing at him. He ran over to his mom and (very offendedly) said "that baby just called ME a baby!!" 
Getting one more use out of her baby pool
The next pics I post will most likely be from her 1st bday party!
I didn't realized the tour was guided and that the first 15 minutes was a lecture! Ella was the only baby in there and she was not at all interested in the history of Independence Hall :) It was so uncomfortable! I felt like everyone was just starting at us the whole time thinking "what idiots brought a baby to this?" So, Ella and I ducked out pretty quick and Rusty finished the tour alone. While waiting, Ella made a few friends! These girls were very sweet and just sat there while Ella talked their ear off and pointed at the girl's bow.
Ella just loves other kids. While we were waiting for our tour to start, there was a little boy sitting in the grass by us. He was probably 4 or 5 but Ella pretty much calls everyone "baby". So she goes over to him and starts saying "baby! baby!" and pointing at him. He ran over to his mom and (very offendedly) said "that baby just called ME a baby!!"Our biggest "adventure" happened on our way back to our friends' house from Philly. We thought we were in the right lane but before we could do anything about it, we realized we were in the lane that took us over the bridge to New Jersey! It was so crowded, there was no way we could get over. So...off we went to NJ. We figured we'd just turn around and head back as soon as we could. So we get over the bridge and turn around only to find out that the only way back into PA is over the toll bridge. $4. We had NO cash! We asked if they would make an exception and take a credit card but no. So we had to get off on this side exit to find an atm. Wow were we in the ghett-o. We drive for awhile and finally see this tiny little corner shop boasting an atm inside. Lots of tatoo'd men with major bling standing all around the outside. We pretty much had no other option but to stop there. So Rusty parks, locks the doors behind him and instructs me not to make eye contact with anyone. It was very dramatic. Well, needless to say, nothing happened. Rusty got his money, we got back into PA and all ended well :) But, I guess we got a funny vacation story out of it!!
Here's a few more pictures from this past week
Oops...caught in the act!
Getting one more use out of her baby pool
The next pics I post will most likely be from her 1st bday party! 
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