We found Santa at Phipps on Christmas Eve.
We had a lovely Thanksgiving in Pittsburgh this year. The new kitchen at Paige and Randy’s place worked out great and I have had about ten turkey sandwiches so far.
I love hot turkey sandwiches, they’re better than the Thanksgiving meal.
Keeping with American tradition we celebrated the Fourth of July by grilling up some burgers and setting off some fireworks in a marginally safe but entertaining fashion. We spent the week down in PA, mostly in Confluence, except for a trip to Pittsburgh for an adventure at Kennywood. Poor Eli was sick most of the week, but he was quite a trooper and still managed to have a great vacation. I’ll post some more photos from the week later.
After dinner Paul treated us to a fireworks show. He had stopped at a road side stand on the way down the Confluence to pick up some fireworks. As far as we can tell, he just had to sign a piece of paper saying he promised not to break the law and then he could buy as many as he wanted. He picked up a few that would fit right into a professional show. The bang from the explosions echoed around the valleys for some time after they went off. It was entertaining.
Here’s a little piece from NPR about the fine dialect that some call Pittsburghese, and I call “sahnds like home n’at”. Eli, by the way, is coming along nicely with his own accent. Everytime we’re “dahn the Anthill”, he gets some quality time in with Grandma and Blueberry, and comes back sounding ever more like a little ‘Burgher. Awesome.