Sitting here enjoying a grand battle between pigs and birds. Note my stellar structure. Guessing that will be destroyed in just a few seconds.
I've also been in the presence of a pirate this morning.
And we got some learning in, which is good. Dada was all worried our brains would turn to mush if we did nothing but have fun every day.
Madam F wants to know why the hell these kids are here all the time now. She needs her private time.
While the boys are playing quietly, let me tell you about another Boston day. I have a lot to say and they wont be quiet that long, so lets do it. Day four we left the city and headed south to Plymouth, MA, to Plimoth Plantation. Yes, it spelled different, but on purpose. If you don't know, Plimoth Plantation is a historic site that has a native american village and a pilgrim village, and we going to explore both. Along with approximately 200 school kids.
First stop was the native american homesite. We checked out their winter dwellings.
It had a certain earthy and smokey smell to it that really took our boys by surprise. They were quiet here.
And just did not like the smokey smell.
It was a hot day and only getting hotter, so we feasted on banana on our walk to the pilgrim's village.
Oh! I forgot about the craft house. Here tradeworkers made all the items you saw in Plimoth Plantation. The wooden furniture and pottery all came from this site.
I could really only stand and stare at the guy whittling away before I needed to rally the troops to move on. 1700's village, here we come.
The boys were really into this section. They wanted to enter every house and noted the differences between the houses.
I rather liked the drapes around the bed.
Though I would not have liked to cook over this open fire.
This little guy loved the gardens and livestock area. We got inspired to do an herb garden at home. That inspiration has not yet manifested itself into an actual garden, but let me finish putting away this damn laundry and then maybe.
Back there was an animal of some sort, an ox, if I remember correctly.
Off to see more houses and hear and see people speak in period tongue. That just freaks me out by the way. One must not talketh to me in such a manner!
This house did not have a "please dont smack the hell out of our armor" sign, so I hope this is ok.
Our cheeks are red and we were looking a bit peaked, so you know what that means. Snack and water time. And look who Cole spots...
"that man from the little house", the governor. The poor governor was trying to get away but those schoolkids are persistent.
We rested and we got moving back up the big hill in the oppresive 90 degree humid muggy heat.
And headed north, past Boston.
Our drive was a bit over an hour, and we had spots of restlessness in the car. Some calm.
And some of whatever this is here. Intimidation stare? Goofiness?
Ooooh, and we drove through a tunnel! Love a tunnel. This is the I93 tunnel that was created in Boston's Big Dig project. We were driving right under downtown Boston here! Cool. I took a few pics until Keith reminded me it was probably not a good idea to be taking pictures in a tunnel in a city that recently had terrorism. Right-O. Putting the camera down.
The tunnel lulled his dude into a good 30 minute nap. That's good. The big boy needs naps as much as his momma does. Takes a lot of energy to keep those big Bothma heads going, you know.
And we got to Danvers, MA, where our new hotel was. A little relaxing in the AC with our bears first.
And then we geared up for the indoor waterpark! The whole reason for this hotel being selected was the indoor waterpark attached to it. Here is Goofy and Goofier. Ironic that our ladies man picked a bathing suit that says no girls.
I have no idea what this guy was communicating here. Oh wait. I see a leg up, this is clearly a ninja pose.
And a good smile from this guy.
At the water park K and I both wanted to be in the water as much as possible with the boys so we chose not to take the camera in. We had a great time, aside from a little altercation I had with a teenage lifeguard. Mrs E don't take no sass! His little attitude led to me making my first ever complaint to a manager. Thanks for that, buddy. If you want to see what the park was like,
you can check it out by clicking here, then scroll down. It was pretty cool.
Now, we are off to run some errands. I am in the midst of intense negotiations: I want to go to 3 stores, the boys want 2. Who will get their way?
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