The big girls were doing great walking through downtown until we got stopped on the sidewalk to wait for the Obama motorcade. For 30 minutes. It nearly killed Olivia, and after that, she lost the spirit of walking adventure. She kept looking across the street to determine if that side was going to be let loose any earlier than our side.
My dad reserved rooms for both of us at the Inn of Chicago, right on the Magnificent Mile. It was the perfect location. (Thank you, Dad!) We were able to walk anywhere we wanted to go for entertainment or food. The lobby is super fancy, and my girls showed their delight at the fanciness by bouncing into each and every wingback chair while I was trying to check in. (Again, conspicuous.)
When we got up to our rooms, it was obvious that this was an old hotel that had been renovated. The rooms were still really small. My stroller could not fit through the narrow passageway that led from the room door, past the bathroom, to the beds. But still, delighted with the shiny marble and sparkling chandeliers that had greeted us in the lobby, Olivia plopped herself onto the double bed, ignoring the cracking paint and the window AC unit, and declared, "This is the fanciest hotel EVER." Then she stated her intention of slipping into her swimsuit and going for a swim. I said that I didn't think they had a swimming pool. She immediately sat both upright, disgusted, "WHAT?! No pool?! And they call this a fancy hotel."
Mimi and Bella (as well as my dad, ahem) were easily entertained once they realized that the drawers in the TV console were roomy enough to serve as spots for hide-and-seek.
In the morning, we headed down to Millennium Park, where we showed my dad The Bean, which is a favorite of my girls.
Trips like these make me so sad to move away. I love Chicago!