Craig and I and Max celebrated Valentine's Day at Reading Terminal Market, a historical farmers market in downtown Philadelphia. We went looking for Delilah's Soul food stand after seeing an episode of Bobby Flay's "Throw Down" show. Delilah's mac and cheese was voted "Best in America" by Oprah, until Bobby Flay took her down with his own version complete with pancetta. But some how we got sidetracked by an array of different stands, and Craig got a spicy sausage something from a New Orleans stand and I shared a roasted turkey, mashed potato and cranberry sauce plate with Max. (It's crazy how we can order Max food!!!) In the center of the market, a preacher married about 8 couples in front of a curious crowd and a slew of TV cameras.
Craig and I have managed to make it through another week with a few ups and downs, but we are surviving. This week was about our couch, which finally arrived and low and behold is the wrong proportion for our apartment. It looks like it belongs in a Soho loft or in a sleek modern house overlooking the ocean in Malibu with a David Hockney hanging in the background. Certainly not for an apartment with a one year old baby who is Mr. Stain central. The couch is a sectional, the color is off white and it is BIG. Oh and it was a floor sample, so it is basically non returnable...although we maybe able to return it for credit. So Craig and I laugh momentarily as we see our new member of our family being hosted on top of the elevator (not in because the couch can't fit in the elevator).
and then our laughter turns to panic, and then to blaming each other. "You chose that store" says he, "Well you chose the sectional" says I.
Later when we have calmed down we see different possibilities of how to move the couch. We sit down on it. Maybe it's not so bad. We tuck away our panic for a while, which may come back later in a new wave but for now we're o.k.
I wonder how President Obama and First Lady Michelle are doing? Did the stress of moving into the White house affect them? It's a good thing Craig and I aren't in office. The couch really paralyzed us there for a moment.