Oh. Is it Saturday again? How about that. (author’s note: it was Saturday when I typed all this. Apparently I hit “save draft” instead of “publish.” oopsie.)
I’m trying to think of what we did this week. Art’s been sick and I’ve been achy, so generally thinking I think the answer to that question is Not Much.
On Thursday we loaded the kids up in the van and headed out to the Living History Farms. Every year my parents give us a zoo pass to the Blank Park Zoo, and for $40 extra we could add a pass to the Farms. Considering that it would cost us $37 to go once, we figured that was a pretty good deal. The cards arrived on Wednesday, and the forecast lacked both thunderstorms and humidity (miraculous, that) so we took advantage of the situation and went back in history.
Living History Farms has three working historical farms. The first is a traditional Ioway farm that you would have seen around 1700.
It had this buffalo skin stretched all out. Squeezy thought it was “pretty.” We are questioning her judgment. I can tell you one thing; it didn’t smell pretty.
(Isn’t her hair cute?)
The people who work the farms dress in period costume and do everything the way it would have been done in that time period. They are called interpreters. The interpreters on the Ioway farm (who did not dress in period costume; I’m expecting there wouldn’t be much to their outfits! Ha!) were digging up the garden and let the boys have a turn using this hoe. The French traders introduced metal implements to the Ioway people in the first half of the eighteenth century; before that they used sticks to do their planting with.
They would have had a garden as big as about five football fields, and it would have been the women’s job to plant and harvest it.
I am glad to live in 2010.
The next stop along the journey was the 1850 pioneer farm. I personally think this one is the most interesting, because as pioneers they had to be almost entirely self-sufficient. Bubs did the honors of reading the signs to us. 🙂
This was one of the only portions of the trail Squeezy could safely toddle on, thanks to the great vast quantities of mud everywhere. It’s been a rainy June.
This is Lady Claire.
She gives four gallons of milk a day. Squeezy was more impressed with the geese, however.
She called them “duckies” and thought they were “pitty.”
The 1850 farmhouse had a loft where the kids would have slept. The boys weren’t allowed to go up in it, but they could stand on the ladder. Bubs was particularly fascinated by it. The interpreter said that in the summer the kids would have been encouraged to build a fort and sleep outside or in the hayloft a lot. Which answered one of the questions I have often had about where all those babies came from in the first place. 😉
The last farm along the journey is the 1900 farm. I didn’t get a ton of pictures there, mostly because by that point all the daycare groups and large bunches of tourists had shown up, so we kind of rushed through.
Plus, when I pointed out the outhouse to Stinky, he said he had to go to the bathroom. Ha!
I did get this picture of Stinky pretending to drive the carriage.
After the 1900 farm we went to the exhibit center, which is air conditioned, has real toilets, and is also inside a hill.
Cuz why not, you know?
Squeezy checked out the squishy tractor while the boys went potty.
And also there were flowers. The lady was cutting them down to throw away so I stole one for the prettiest baby in the universe.
It was so “pitty” that she ripped it up into pieces.
That’s how she rolls.
I guess that about sums up Thursday. 🙂
Then today was Stinky’s last t-ball game.
It was hot, but he did a great job. He made an awesome catch and throw to first base today.
Making his last run into home plate.
And high-fives all around.
And just in case you were wondering what a 14-month-old does to keep cool and entertained on a hot day at the park . . .
Well, now you know. 🙂
Also, if you are like us and love cold frosty yummy drinks on a hot summer day, my family recommends these copycat orange juliuses (julii?).
Hope you’re having a happy weekend. With or without the swamp puddle jumping.