William's Boogers.

We spent the better part of this week in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia. What an experience!! This place does a super fantastic job of re-creating the life of the colonists, and making you feel a part of the experience. Here is the first installment of pictures.

Gracen in the stocks

These men accidentally popped up in my picture selection after I had downloaded them. Who are they? Where did they come from? Why are they here at all? These are questions of the ages. An even better question is why my text is all underlined. It's like the whole cosmic computer world wants to draw attention to me, me me, and what I have to say.

This week we dubbed Sam our wilderness wanderer. I think it fits. We were all chatting with a costumed woman, who he thought was a little nuts. So, he wandered a bit further down and was doing a number of acrobatics on this bench, which was tilted just enough that if he laid on it, he would fall into the dust. The dust which he had been scolded all day long for playing in. Oops mom. I didn't do it on purpose, you see I just fell, and then there were these rocks, and, well, they looked like they needed to piled up. . . and did I show you this bench I found. . . and these are my new friends. . . . .

Our favorite part was the Great Expectations Plantation, where they plant real crops and do real work using just the tools of the day, and the kids get to do all sorts of fun things. . . . Did you notice that the computer world stopped caring to underline my words. . . . ? So, here is Sam showing Danny how to saw with one of those back and forth thingys. I am an educaTOR.

The visitor's center. We let the kids throw all our pennies in the fountain. Lighten the load, you know.