No. This is not a post about condiments. I fear that if I were to post my preference of ketchup to salsa or mustard to mayonnaise, I would be setting myself up for controversy. And, I don't know if you've been aware, but we've had an election in this country and it has been a little bit heated and divisive. I can't take it anymore. So I am avoiding the whole thing altogether and am just going to talk about non-controversial stuff that's been happening around here in between the sky falling and half of the country readying itself to pack up and move to somewhere else. Ahem.
The kids had fall break a couple of weeks ago. We are boring and also, I am horrible, because I had the nerve to schedule a physical for myself on one of the days of fall break, thus not allowing us to go anywhere. Gosh, am I selfish! (Actually, blame the doctor. I called waaaay back in August and couldn't get in until October. Don't even get me started on trying to see the LadyBits doctor.) (Hi dad!) So we spent one of the days visiting Conner Prairie, a local living history museum. It is a gem of a place that we should visit more and if you are ever in the Indianapolis area, I highly recommend a visit.
Our first stop was the Lenape Indian camp where an interpreter gave us some interesting history and tied it to people and places that we know about in Indiana.
|Sean and Mary in a Lenape style canoe. Getting edumacated.|
|Maggie, grinding corn. She's pretty sure she likes the time she's living in right now.|
|Wow, this horse is really tame.|
|"Whoa. Now I'm dizzy!"|
|"Whoa. Now I'm dizzy! And itchy! So itchy!"|
|Probably wasn't the same view Mr. Conner had, but still, not bad.|
|Yes, we are missing a child. He preferred sleep to family time. Go figure. Also, so much for Christmas card pictures!|
|She wasn't sure she should disturb the sheep while it was snacking.|
|Not quite 17 hands tall. Also, this face? Apparently it is the new "duck face." I see girls all over social media looking mildly alarmed.|
|This is the slowest horse EVER!|
|Feeding the calf. I am mooing while I'm taking this picture. She is embarrassed to be near me.|
|Hey girl, I can shoe your horse or make you a spatula.|
|Took a little bit of persuasion, but then she played Yankee Doodle, a song which was setting appropriate.|
|Dang! Where is that 4th child?! This would've been a good one!|
So. Conner Prairie. Good times.
Also, this happened:
And there was also this:
|Happy Halloween. Now give me candy before my fearsome K-9 and I arrest you.|
|Mary would like you to know that her Halloween costume is that of a K-9 officer. Maggie would like you to know that she's going as a Supermodel and isn't wearing a costume. I would like you to know that I'm rolling my eyes.|
|Hi, I'm Officer Mary and this is my K-9 officer Sparkle the Chihuahua. Please notice my cheesy grin and provide me with candy. Thanks!|
|This is ONE child's haul from Halloween. He was worried that he might not have enough to share a few pieces with the kids who didn't trick or treat. I think we might need to have a conversation about "enough."|
And finally, with much celebration, there was this:
|I didn't get a sticker in the last election. I was very sad. This year, the gentleman working the polls let me take two! One for my coat and one for my clothes. I was like an 8 year old. Because it's all about the sticker, right?|
No stickers = The sky is falling! I'm moving to another country!