'Tis the season to get up early, work late, and try to meet all of my holiday deadlines. I make my clients happy but in the shuffle it's all too easy to postpone time with my own kids. I swear I'm trying to do better. Yesterday I actually did do better, and in the afternoon V and I decided to give Kelly a few hours off. V and I took the train into Philadelphia for a day full of fun, Christmas cheer, and junk food.
I was in full keep-my-3-yr-old-from-running-into-traffic dad mode and not in dutiful-and-creative-photographer mode. Most of the ones I did take were on my phone since it was easier than digging my "real" camera out of the bag, but I got to be focused on my daughter instead, so it's for the best.
Favorite part of the day #1: riding on the SEPTA train.
Favorite part of the day #2: Pizza and -- more importantly -- soda. The rest of the afternoon was a constant tug of war between an excited child who hardly ever drinks anything with sugar in it, and a dad who was very aware that the drinks he foolishly purchased were decidedly un-kid-sized 16-ouncers that just might require an urgent potty break at any time.
It all worked out.
It was chilly. Yes, parent police, she had a hat and gloves.
The Macy's Christmas light show was a big hit, as were the model trains at Reading Terminal Market (favorite stop of the day #3). By that point we were pretty tuckered. Homeward bound.