Chicago : Part Deux

Ready for the road
Ready for the road

We went to see our sick friend Kris on May 17th. It was a sad trip, because we don’t think Kris will be well, but you really enjoyed visiting old friends like Uncle Iggy (Igor Davila) and your biggest brother, Brandon. And you were a travel champion, this being your longest road trip.

The trip was a lot of fun.  For our first night’s rest, we stopped in a hotel called the Arrowhead Lodge which had a big, orange moose out front. In fact, all throughout the hotel there were lots of moose that held your attention. We stopped to eat at a restaurant called the Roadside Grille which had surprisingly good food, but also had a stuffed cougar and bear that left Mommy a little taken aback.

ORANGES MOOSE!
ORANGES MOOSE!
Sleep? I think not!
Sleep? I think not!
Not on the menu, I hope...
Not on the menu, I hope…

The second day we pushed through to Chicago and stayed with Brandon and Maureen, who you still adore. They let us stay in Maureen’s dad’s condo on Lake Shore Drive. Even though it was a very high floor, Daddy chilled out (he hates heights, you see) and we had a good time there. Though not thrilled to at first, you warmed up to your Pea Pod and slept there much of the night. When you awoke, nervously crying out, Mommy and Daddy brought you into bed and you snuggled in with us.

You got to visit the Lincoln Park Zoo again but this time you were old enough to call out all the animals, pick where you wanted to go and got a great floppy hat to keep the sun off your face.

Really? I HAVE to hold your hand?
Really? I HAVE to hold your hand?
Ah, the joys of a good bench.
Ah, the joys of a good bench.
And the baby bear said...
And the baby bear said…
Let's just live here, okay?
Let’s just live here, okay?
Yeah, I'm stylin'... AND profilin'
Yeah, I’m stylin’… AND profilin’

On Saturday you got to eat at Chicago Diner again. Mommy was very happy.

I'll be having the thing here which I can't pronounce...
I’ll be having the thing here which I can’t pronounce…

On Sunday afternoon we all played in a park (Wendt Playlot), where we met a lady that was playing the banjo. You enjoyed hearing her play.

Mommy Bear perches above...
Mommy Bear perches above…
Banjo, eh? I'm listening...
Banjo, eh? I’m listening…

Later that day, we visited Kris and all our old friends at Samantha Sanders and John Farbrother’s house. You go to meet a lot of people and kept up a good front, but by the end of the day we were all very tired. The best part of the day for you was getting to play with Levi, Kris’s Labrador retriever.

Bring those balls to me, beast! (Please?)
Bring those balls to me, beast! (Please?)

That night we drove to Indiana to stay in the Raddison, where you were very interested in the front lobby waterfall and pool. The next morning we all got up and had breakfast with Grandma and Grandpa (Yeoman).

Seriously, a waterfall?
Seriously, a waterfall?
Hey, look! Grandma and Grandpa!
Hey, look! Grandma and Grandpa!

After we left, we drove back to Chicago to see our friends Matt, Lisa and Piper (who you continued to call “Baby Piper” since she was only 8 months old). We saw some amazing things in the museum; stuffed animals, bones, giant elephant and bioluminescent creatures. You got tired fairly early, so we left to drive across Wisconsin. One more night of hotels kept you entertained and then we went back home.

Heh heh heh. Hippo poop!
Heh heh heh. Hippo poop!
BUTTONS!
BUTTONS!
Matt, Lisa and (baby) Piper
Matt, Lisa and (baby) Piper

You also got your first taste of Pizza Hut which you LOVED.

Saaaaay... this is tasty pizza.
Saaaaay… this is tasty pizza.
PIZZA HUT FTW!
PIZZA HUT FTW!
Tastier and tastier…

Things you say recently:

  • “That’s the rule. Mommy teaches me that”
  • “Listen to the drop on dubstep. Daddy talks about that”
  • You sing your ABCs with amazing precision and pitch.
  • You are reading like CRAZY. You read the book “Blue Hat, Green Hat” on first opening and knew all but ONE word.
"Daddy talks 'bout that"
“Daddy talks ’bout that”

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Bart H.

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