The Declaration of Independence Is Much Shorter Than This Post
We have returned from a trip to Virginia for Thanksgiving, and now I'm going to share all about it. So much will be said that it's kind of like when you sit down to eat Thanksgiving dinner and there is too much food so you have to undo the button on your pants so you can have some more.
Unless you're smart and you wore elastic pants.
See if you can make sense of that analogy.
After a typical (unfortunately) departure experience, we arrived in Richmond in one piece (or five pieces, really, but each one of us intact) and headed for Chick-Fil-A, because it had been a full 48 hours or so since I the kids had had some of my their favorite food. We took our lunch to the park and let the kids stretch their legs a bit. Wait. What are they doing? Sitting squished together looking at a tiny screen? What is wrong with these children? Don't they know they have hundreds of acres in which to run free?
Eventually the call of the wild got to Christian and he couldn't stand it any longer...the sticks! There were so many! And they must be swung!
Eliana got a ride while Mike stretched his legs.
And even Grandma got a little workout.
We headed back to my parents' house and the kids played outside some more, raking leaves and playing in them. When I was growing up, this was the view from my house. There are a few homes across the street, but beyond that, woods. It's really lovely, especially this time of year. I don't think I ever paid attention to that when I was younger; the scenery struck me this time as particularly beautiful.
I will never understand why they want to be buried in leaves, including the face!
Moving straight from fall into the middle of winter, we went inside, got everyone cleaned up, and celebrated Christmas with my mom and dad. They wanted to give the kids their presents in person, and we won't see them in December, so...
Now, my mom collects things, and one of her collections is snowmen. Her snowmen have quite the personalities. This one here? He has a bit of an attitude when things don't go his way.
And this guy? He enjoys a cold one every now and then.
A Dr. Pepper! Cherry flavored, preferably.
Fast-forward to the following afternoon, when we arrived in Williamsburg. My parents had a suite and our family had a sweet, with an adjoining hall. Eliana thought this table just as you walked in the door would serve well for a bed.
She actually really did say,"This is a bed." We were able to convince her to try out the beds with mattresses, which she liked much better in the end.
Monday we had a slow start. And by "slow start" I mean we made it to Colonial Williamsburg by 5pm. It was a lovely time to visit, the weather was nice, and the sunset beautiful, but there wasn't much going on. And when there isn't a whole lot going on, there is all kinds of trouble to be made. When there is trouble made, there is the pillory...
I think they are missing the point.
Speaking of a point, I bet you wish there was a point to my post. The point is, it's long. So, put a pillow under your bottom and keep reading.
Our biennial trip to Williamsburg is fun because of the traditions that we have. One venture that has now been dubbed a tradition is to ride the ferry near Jamestown across the river and eat lunch with some good friends of my parents, Jack and Gloria. They bring bread for the kids to feed to the birds that follow the ferry over.
My mom took these pictures. I was hiding under my seat in the car.
I don't like birds, but I love perspective.
Michaela held up bites of bread for the birds to come and take from her hands (AACK!) while Christian just threw half-pieces of bread up to the birds to catch.
On the return trip, Eliana got brave, too.
Or crazy, whichever you prefer to call it.
We had had a wacky day, and had waffled on visiting Jamestown in the late afternoon or waiting until the following morning. We decided to go ahead and go (Jamestown, the museum, not the actual site) since we were so close. It was fun, as always.
Mom doesn't seem like she takes the local authorities too seriously. I think she better shape up.
Because a lot of our outings were late in the day, my pictures aren't that great. Boo.
We finally made it back to Colonial Williamsburg for another traditional event: Hot Chocolate at Raleigh Tavern's Bakery. And it was hot, indeed.
The cookies were scrumptious.
Eliana declared (words not necessary) that this was a great tradition and one that must be longstanding.
We enjoyed walking through Colonial Williamsburg a bit, and then in the afternoon (again!) we made it over to Yorktown. Our plan was to visit Yorktown and then pick up our Thanksgiving dinner. That's right...from the grocery store! A pre-cooked turkey, and some stuff to go along with it. Don't judge. We had a pretty stress-free Thanksgiving preparation.
So, we went to Yorktown Victory Center and meandered down a walkway which led to a museum with many artifacts (some original and some replications), pictures, and descriptions. There was a gallery of sculptures with stories laid out below, and voice recordings telling the stories of the people who were represented. While all of these were amazing, the one that was so heartbreaking for me was the story of John Chilton, surely the same story that many, many men had to tell from this time, who died while fighting and did not return home to his children. His signature was shown, from one of his letters...
"I am your affectionate Papa John Chilton" It brought tears to my eyes...our kids call Mike "Papa" sometimes. What a time to live through, whether man, woman, or child.
After we walked through the museum (and we weren't able to see everything, because of time...there was so much!) we went outside to visit the encampment. Six soldiers would have shared one tent, of the small side-by-side tents there in the middle (and the bugs that lived there, too).
This gentleman told us about muskets, but I missed the end because Eliana knew it was going to be loud, and wanted to go away.
Now, here is a scene I could (sort of) relate to...I love this part: "WITH SOAP"
Does that ever make me feel grateful for my machines!
We visited the medical tent, and this lovely lady explained the different procedures that were practiced, from removing bullets to pulling rotten teeth. All without proper sanitation or pain relief. Biting on a stick can only bring so much relief. (I think of my toe! Augh!)
Christian tried a coat on for size...he has some room to grow.
On our way out we ran into some miscreants.
That Insubordinate Guy...he looks like he's very sorry for his wrongdoings, now, doesn't he? The other two? Thoroughly enjoying their punishment. And likely their crimes, too.
Thanksgiving Day brought a lot of food to our table, and then into our bellies. My brother also came to town for the afternoon. And I would like to know, why is the question ever raised,"Where do they get this from?" regarding my children and their behavior in front of a camera?
I believe the proof is in the pudding.
I just thought I'd end with something as strange as that which began this post.
Stay tuned for another post on what might have been the most amazing thing that happened during our entire stay!