We took the train to the Reading Terminal, which is my second-favorite place in the whole world. Carly really loved the train, but she was a little confused because these trains are a little older than the sparkly clean Coaster we're used to and I wouldn't let her get on the ground for fear she'd catch some deadly disease. I didn't get any photos of the market itself, but I'm sure we'll be back, now that we have the logistics all figured out.
This is Carly enjoying a carrot-apple-lemon juice from my favorite juice place. She drank most of it and asked for more. (ahem, AMY)
Good question
So we stopped at this little diner in the market for lunch. Come to find out, our waitress has a daughter Abigail with the same birthday, birth weight and birth length as Carly! Carly ate an entire grilled cheese sandwich, and she dipped it in the mustard-thyme dressing they brought out for my salad....kind of weird, but she seemed to like it.
Who is this messy kid?!
On the way home! She'd get so excited when a train would come and go.
Back at the Ivy Ridge station. These stairs are not exactly stroller-friendly, so I let her climb up and I just carried the stroller. It's much easier and that's the way we'll go next time we take the train.
She looks so tiny!
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