Friday, April 7, 2017 -- Day Six:
Ol' Scotty P. had to take a tooth class downtown, so Franco and I had the whole day to ourselves. We did this:
Afterward, we spent the rest of our Chuck E. Cheese tokens and bought a cotton candy.
Winning.
Saturday, April 8, 2017 -- Day Seven:
Another day to ourselves because teeth. Auntie, Uncle Steve, and some of their friends (on their way to the ballgame) invited us to lunch on the North Shore, so we obliged. We rode the T (and played our traditional game of "I Spy") to the Carnegie Science Center for a few hours of playtime.
That afternoon, we took a sunshine walk along the river to meet at Bettis' Grille. We ate, drank beer (or, conversely, Shirley Temples) and reveled in the Pirates' opening weekend energy.
When we parted ways, Franco and I walked over to a Pittsburgh sports store and bought the book Good Night Pittsburgh as a companion to Good Night New Orleans. Our two favorite cities together at last!
Franco slept on the T on the way home. Once there, we watched baseball and played and relaxed. The Pirates won. We all did.
Sunday, April 9, 2017 -- Day Eight:
At the end of the morning tooth session, we all headed out for a collective life goal:
We laughed, sang along, Scotty P. definitely cried, and we soaked up a lovely afternoon. On the way home, we stopped by BRGR for burgers in the cool evening breeze. Not bad for a Sunday.
Monday, April 10, 2017 -- Day Nine:
Franco and I made a Peep Diorama a few weeks ago, and the library held the second annual
"Peep-le's Choice Awards" this night!
But everyone got a Peep-shaped smelly soap and a certificate anyhow. Luckily, Franco is not James Harrison's son and I allowed him to take home his "prize." Appropriately, we "won" this:
Tuesday, April 11, 2017 -- Day Ten:
Unfortunately for literally everyone, we had to spend a good deal of this day on tax stuff. It made some of us anxious, and others just bored. But, Franco and I did manage to take a side trip to Toys 'R Us to stroll around in awe of all the stuff out there we could buy if we did not have such a large tax bill. (Joking. Kind of.)
Wednesday, April 12, 2017 -- Day Eleven:
On Wednesdays, Franco takes an ice skating lesson in the morning and heads to gymnastics in the afternooon. It is quite grueling, and also a good built-in adventure. He enjoyed both activities, and afterward, took a well-deserved nap.
After work, Scott had to go to sprawlingly un-appealing Cranberry township for a meeting. Once Franco awoke, he and I made tuna melts and talked about our day. Luckily, Scott emerged unscathed from the northern concrete abyss. Once home, we all watched the Penguins playoff beatdown of Columbus together, as a family. As it should be.
Thursday, April 13, 2017 -- Day Twelve:
I am not even joking that I received two texts at precisely the same moment (12:44 PM) from separate folks.
Scott: "Check your email, surprise"
Rebeccah: "will you guys be around friday/tomorrow? Steve managed to score pens tickets....."
Suffice it to say, Scott forgot all about any financial tax burdens and bought playoff tickets for Game 2! And we obviouisly were to have house guests as well! Later in the day, Franco and I had lunch at Panera, shopped for groceries, and put in all the important weekend requests to the main bunny.
The following weekend ended up to be a whirlwind.
To be continued.......
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