Our last hurrah

Some people go to Hawaii or Mexico for their last trip before the baby arrives. Not the Hancocks. We went to Philadelphia, PA!

Our good friends, Ben & Steph, are there for Ben's Fellowship of the Ring. He's an Orthopedic Surgeon doing a fellowship in shoulder and elbow at UPenn and they're only there for 1 year, and since we'll be with Pat next year, we figured this was the best time to go. And we were right. We had great fall weather for the most part. I'm still not too large and in charge that I was able to walk around downtown and see all of the historical sites. My feet and ankles did swell up considerably so a couple of naps were just what the doctor ordered on Saturday and Sunday afternoon. We ate great Italian (pronounced Eye-talian) food, I had my first and probably last Philly Cheesesteak, and we saw the birthplace of the Declaration of Independence, which I really didn't know too much about before the trip, being a Canuck and all.

I really can't believe it was the last flight I'll ever take without having to worry about children (whether they're with me or I've ditched them at home).  It's all kind of surreal. I've been having these "this is the last time I'll do blank" moments lately and I'm sort of starting to panic a little. I'm sure that's normal.

Well, I need to go put my foot up. The 5 hour flight wasn't too kind to my circulatory-challenged club foot (it's been swollen since I was 18 years old) and I'm having a hard time fitting it in anything but a paper bag right now. In the meantime, enjoy some Philadelphia Freedom photos.

 

My baby daddy getting down on a Philly wit provolone (silly Philadelphians drop the "h" and you have to say "wit" instead of "with").

The gang. I look a little deer-in-the-headlights and I wasn't even consuming booze. That's a virgin mojito in front of me and it's my new drink of choice for the next 2.5 months.

 

Ye olde Liberty Bell.

A couple of Revolutionary Douche Bags in Betsy Ross' (maker of the first US flag) humble abode. 

 

One of the oldest streets in the U.S. I bet there's an older street somewhere in Canada. The challenge is on!

 

Ben Franklin's grave. The first and last time I ever pay to go into a graveyard.