Don’t you love this picture? All of us are there, thanks to the mirror, but you might miss Joel if you don’t look carefully…
My girls are obsessed with American Girl. Totally obsessed. Before our trip to Chicago, they combed the catalogs, trying to decide what they would buy when we arrived at The American Girl Place, where all of their dreams would come true. On the drive to Chicago, when they asked when we’d get there, they were not referring to the city, or our hotel, or anywhere but American Girl Land.
So, on our first train ride into the city, where we planned to eat “lunch” at Ghirardelli (that would be The Maestro’s obsession, or at least, one of them), they begged and begged and begged to just see The American Girl Place first. Since Ghirardelli is a short walk away, we let them.
And we couldn’t tear them away.
This is a really bad picture….
After their first purchases were safely made, we headed back out into the real world and took the bus to The Art Institute.
One of those times was for dinner in The American Girl Cafe. At first we said no way in heck were we doing that because we aren’t made of money and it wasn’t cheap. But, something told us it would not only be worth it, but that it would probably be the highlight of our vacation for the girls. And so we bucked up and forked over the bucks.
I can’t even describe to you how amazing it all was. While we were waiting in line to check in (reservations required), the xylophone notes were hit and the doors popped open, revealing a pink and white and black world filled with flowers and polka dots and people in pink aprons. It literally made me cry (yes, I’m a little weird that way).
But then there was dessert.
Now, had I known, I might have called 3 weeks early and paid for the birthday package for Sophia, which includes some fun stuff for her doll and a beautiful cake. But I didn’t know. But they still put a little candle in our perfectly adorable dessert and sang to her.