Morris Arboretum.

I have been wanting to go to this place ever since we moved to Philadelphia.  This seemed like the perfect weekend since it is not far from our house, and in the opposite direction of every sport in town which was playing today, including the World Series (Go Phillies!), and a giant regatta on the Schuykill River.  We took a lovely walk through the Morris Arboretum, owned by the University of Penn. A beautiful crisp fall day, and we made the most of it.

A fall color view from one of the taller hills.

The Oak Allee.

3 Generations.

Sometimes, you just gotta stop and smell the flowers...

Hangin' w/ Mommy.

Booboo on a bench.

A hobittesque tree.

Earlier this morning on her trike in her special Monkey Pajamas.  (Every child needs special Monkey Pajamas.)

Booboo is into her B words.  They are all one syllable, but they are distinct.  "Ba" may be ball, baba, bath, or balloon, depending on the situation.  How economical, really.  You've got to hand it to her.  That, and "sh...," (which at this point means shoe, not what you were thinking, potty mouth.)

The arboretum pictures show Booboo sporting her fabulous new birthday outfit from Auntie A.  We found it on our porch this morning, (the mailman must have thrown it onto the porch, but it fell perfectly into the stroller's bottom pocket and wasn't discovered until now!)  We love the very Tea color combo, and, I'm sure you agree, that every girl needs something red in her closet.