A few days ago we made our annual trip to North Georgia for apples. We always go to Mercier Orchards in Blue Ridge, Georgia.
Our main objective was to get 4 bushels of Gala apples to make jars and jars of applesauce. It is so delish and the Gala apples are so sweet you don't have to use any extra sweetener at all. We've learned once you have homemade you can't go back to store bought!
Grant worked...
and worked to help load up our 2 carts with apples.
He finally opted to hop up on the tractor they had sitting in the store. One of his most favorite things in the world to do when he goes to visit Popaw and TaTa is ride with Popaw on his tractor. All he kept saying while sitting on the tractor was "ride with Popaw." He was really checking it out so I'm really glad they were smart enough to remove the keys. I'm sure he wasn't the first little boy itching to take it out for a spin.
We always love getting to taste the fresh apple cider. Betsie enjoyed her cider and Mommy's too.
We always buy the majority of our apples already picked and bagged in the store, but this year we decided to also try our hand at picking a few. It was a real treat for all the children to go on a wagon ride up into the orchard.
There were apple trees as far as we could see hanging heavy with all types of beautiful apples.
When we reached our destination the apple experts gave us instructions on the proper way to pick an apple. First...twist...Second...pull, and it really worked.
This was very important information for us since this whole apple pickin' experience was a first for all of us, but definitely will not be our last.
We all had such fun.
Naturally, Maggie pondered and pondered picking the perfect apple.
We were completely amazed that all the apples in the entire orchard are picked by only 12 people. In this day in time we simply assumed there had to be and easier way, but we were told each apple is hand picked exactly the same way we picked them, twist then pull. The twins were old pros after only a few apples. We actually had to encourage them from picking more than our little bag could hold.
The best part of the whole outing was the taste testing. In typical Betsie fashion, she nibbled on her apple, Grant dug into his and Gracie completely devoured hers, I hope she left the seeds.
Betsie was still nibbling as we loaded up.
After asking around, we decide to try a local favorite barbecue restaurant The Pink Pig for lunch.
They really got into the "pink pig" theme around there for sure. There where pink pig plates for the kiddos.
There were pigs hanging from the rafters,
and pigs of every shape, color and size in every little nook and cranny. I can't think of a more perfect way to decorate a yummy barbecue restaurant. I forgot to get a picture, but one of my favorites wasn't a pig at all but actually the window treatments, or shall I say mistreatments...they simply had hanging from cord, pieces of red and white checked gingham clipped on the cord with clothes pins. Too cute.
Our adventure ended with a torrential down pour completely soaking Monty and the big girls as they raced to the car where the twins and I were already safe and dry before it hit.
The rain quickly ended and we enjoyed a beautiful drive home. I told the children my Mamaw always said when the smoke was rising from the hills it was a opossum cooking dinner. Where she got that tale, who knows, but what fun to pass down to a third generation.
From the looks of it I think they were having a family reunion!
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Saturday, September 25, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
So close but yet so far...
We recently had the wonderful privilege of having Monty's twin brother and his family here in the states with us for 8 months. Each and every day we spent together is now a precious memory we will treasure for always. They returned home, to another country, a couple of weeks ago. To say we miss them terribly is a horrible understatement. We are not just family but, the closest of friends.
Darby, from Darby Rose Photography, did an amazing job capturing this precious relationship. You can click here to see our slide show. Thank you Darby. We will treasure these pictures forever.
Darby, from Darby Rose Photography, did an amazing job capturing this precious relationship. You can click here to see our slide show. Thank you Darby. We will treasure these pictures forever.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
A Pile of Sticks
A few days ago PopPaw and TaTa (my parents) came down to help out around the house with a few things Monty, physically can't do right now while he is recovering from back surgery. Top on PopPaw's to do list was trimming the tree in our front yard which was quickly taking over. As PopPaw was trimming the tree he was accumulating quite the pile of sticks, which was just as quickly inspiring this homeschooling mom and her kiddos with a project.
As I said once before, we are a history loving family. For years our girls have spent hours, day after day playing "Maggie and Gracie old times." They cross the open prairie in their covered wagon enduring all types of hardships in their mission to homestead in Kansas, all this in the confines of our simple back yard. It is hysterical to watch and amazing to see such creativity. So, you can obviously see we have a healthy fascination with all things Laura Ingalls Wilder. When they are not playing "Maggie and Gracie old times" you can find them creating all kinds of different adventures with their Darbies (Betsie's name for Barbies).
So what happens when you give some creative little homeschool girls with a good dose of pioneer spirit a pile of sticks?
Well, they build a Darbie house on the open prairie of course. We all had an absolute blast. PopPaw, TaTa, Mommy, Maggie, Gracie, and even Grant and Betsie spent the entire morning constructing and imagining life in a one room log cabin (aka...avoiding the to do list).
We still have more work to be done (on the house and around the house). In lew of a roof we've tied down the canvas from our covered wagon to protect the Darbies from the prairie elements (like Pa did in Little House on the Prairie). Therefore, we still need a roof and we need to fill in the cracks with chinking (paper machie) all before winter. (I hear they can be quite fierce on the open prairie, especially in our imaginations!!!) We also want to create some furniture and make some period outfits for our "Darbies." Can you tell we have a slight obsession with details? Trust me, I could go on and on and on. Fun, fun, fun!!!
Have I told you what an absolute blast it is to be a homeschooler!!! The spontaneous learning experiences are totally thrilling. And what a memory maker....all of us working together using our imaginations, talking, laughing and creating. Now that is priceless. This is a memory we will never forget and we will treasure this house for always.
As I said once before, we are a history loving family. For years our girls have spent hours, day after day playing "Maggie and Gracie old times." They cross the open prairie in their covered wagon enduring all types of hardships in their mission to homestead in Kansas, all this in the confines of our simple back yard. It is hysterical to watch and amazing to see such creativity. So, you can obviously see we have a healthy fascination with all things Laura Ingalls Wilder. When they are not playing "Maggie and Gracie old times" you can find them creating all kinds of different adventures with their Darbies (Betsie's name for Barbies).
So what happens when you give some creative little homeschool girls with a good dose of pioneer spirit a pile of sticks?
Well, they build a Darbie house on the open prairie of course. We all had an absolute blast. PopPaw, TaTa, Mommy, Maggie, Gracie, and even Grant and Betsie spent the entire morning constructing and imagining life in a one room log cabin (aka...avoiding the to do list).
We still have more work to be done (on the house and around the house). In lew of a roof we've tied down the canvas from our covered wagon to protect the Darbies from the prairie elements (like Pa did in Little House on the Prairie). Therefore, we still need a roof and we need to fill in the cracks with chinking (paper machie) all before winter. (I hear they can be quite fierce on the open prairie, especially in our imaginations!!!) We also want to create some furniture and make some period outfits for our "Darbies." Can you tell we have a slight obsession with details? Trust me, I could go on and on and on. Fun, fun, fun!!!
Have I told you what an absolute blast it is to be a homeschooler!!! The spontaneous learning experiences are totally thrilling. And what a memory maker....all of us working together using our imaginations, talking, laughing and creating. Now that is priceless. This is a memory we will never forget and we will treasure this house for always.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
I'm not ready for THIS!!!
I know, I know, this is crazy. Anyone in their right mind would be thrilled, actually, completely overjoyed and simply giddy. But...I'm not happy, not happy at all. Honestly, I desperately hope this is an enormous failure. I need time. I need to prepare. This is a big deal and I"M NOT READY FOR THIS!!!
Betsie, my heart, "Mommy's ittle pincess" as she says, my baby (and I mean 30 seconds counts!), got the big idea last night that she wanted to go POTTY! Come on, she's 2 years 3 months and 8 days, what is she thinking? Honestly, who does she think she is? So, I comply and put her on the potty just knowing in all my mommy wisdom and experience she's not ready and this will never work. Well, that little stinker teeteed in the potty! Okay, so beginners luck. It had to be all the attention. I mean she did have an audience of 4 all cheering and clapping. "Beginners luck" that's all it can be, right?
Well, big brother, Grant (remember 30 seconds counts) decides this looks pretty cool and he wants in on the action. Okay, I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer and he may be my one and only boy, but I know boys mature much slower than girls and I know he is for sure and for certain NOT ready! Besides, I have no idea how to potty train a boy. That's supposed to be Monty's job and he's out of commission right now recovering from back surgery! What in the world am I going to do? I have no idea what to do....well, you know!!! Now listen folks, I AM NOT HAPPY!!! This is not part of my plan and if you know me you know "my plan" is very important!!! That little booger gets up on that potty like he knows exactly what he's doing and proceeds to perform like he has years of experience.
Now, what's a mommy to do? I have twin babies (and yes, they will always and forever be babies even when they are 23, and I don't want any lip about it) and they are not ready for this. They are too young...NO, NO, NO, Mommy says, NO!!! (I'm jumping up and down now)
So now, guess what Betsie is begging for? "Go Waaamaaat get panties!" How dare she think she is calling the shots here. I am the mommy and I don't want to go to WaaaMaaat and get panties! But, what do I do?
Sooooo....we all load up and go to Waaamaaat to pick out big boy undies and big girl panties!
You cannot believe the excited squeals of shear joy when we get back home and they show Daddy their new treasures, "Pincess panties and Ooody undies!"
Now, what choice do I have?
So today, June 8, 2010, we officially begin potty training. I am still not happy and I still hope for failure, but I suppose I'll be "the big girl" and clap and cheer and dance and rejoice with every successful mission and wash and wash and wash every failed attempt. Because, I am the mommy and they are my babies.
edited to add: All is right with the world....Mommy still knows best!!! The babies decided it was entirely too much trouble to stop what they were doing to go potty. Potty time isn't nearly as exciting when playtime is interrupted.
Betsie, my heart, "Mommy's ittle pincess" as she says, my baby (and I mean 30 seconds counts!), got the big idea last night that she wanted to go POTTY! Come on, she's 2 years 3 months and 8 days, what is she thinking? Honestly, who does she think she is? So, I comply and put her on the potty just knowing in all my mommy wisdom and experience she's not ready and this will never work. Well, that little stinker teeteed in the potty! Okay, so beginners luck. It had to be all the attention. I mean she did have an audience of 4 all cheering and clapping. "Beginners luck" that's all it can be, right?
Well, big brother, Grant (remember 30 seconds counts) decides this looks pretty cool and he wants in on the action. Okay, I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer and he may be my one and only boy, but I know boys mature much slower than girls and I know he is for sure and for certain NOT ready! Besides, I have no idea how to potty train a boy. That's supposed to be Monty's job and he's out of commission right now recovering from back surgery! What in the world am I going to do? I have no idea what to do....well, you know!!! Now listen folks, I AM NOT HAPPY!!! This is not part of my plan and if you know me you know "my plan" is very important!!! That little booger gets up on that potty like he knows exactly what he's doing and proceeds to perform like he has years of experience.
Now, what's a mommy to do? I have twin babies (and yes, they will always and forever be babies even when they are 23, and I don't want any lip about it) and they are not ready for this. They are too young...NO, NO, NO, Mommy says, NO!!! (I'm jumping up and down now)
So now, guess what Betsie is begging for? "Go Waaamaaat get panties!" How dare she think she is calling the shots here. I am the mommy and I don't want to go to WaaaMaaat and get panties! But, what do I do?
Sooooo....we all load up and go to Waaamaaat to pick out big boy undies and big girl panties!
You cannot believe the excited squeals of shear joy when we get back home and they show Daddy their new treasures, "Pincess panties and Ooody undies!"
Now, what choice do I have?
So today, June 8, 2010, we officially begin potty training. I am still not happy and I still hope for failure, but I suppose I'll be "the big girl" and clap and cheer and dance and rejoice with every successful mission and wash and wash and wash every failed attempt. Because, I am the mommy and they are my babies.
edited to add: All is right with the world....Mommy still knows best!!! The babies decided it was entirely too much trouble to stop what they were doing to go potty. Potty time isn't nearly as exciting when playtime is interrupted.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Field Trip
We recently visited The Atlanta History Center for homeschool day. The focus of the day was springtime on the Tullie Smith Farm. I had been looking forward to doing this for several years. So.... it was very exciting when it finally worked out that we could go. You see, we are complete history nuts in our family. Yes, we are passing this down joyfully to our children! We are quickly learning that museums are totally our thing. Now I must admit the twins are still in training, but considering they are only two, a few breakdowns during a missed naptime is allowable. All in all each of us had a wonderful day.
The Tullie Smith farm is an actual 1860's farm from the Atlanta area that has been relocated to the History Center. On homeschool day they have special activities going on all over the farm to help the children experience first hand, everyday life on an 1860's farm.
During the 1860's clay was used to make items such as buttons. The children were given small clumps of clay and shown how to make beads.
Naturally, we had to drag Maggie away from this activity because she could have spent all day adding details to each and every bead! The girls also shared some clay with the twins which quickly became a messy blob.
Grant couldn't quite get the hang of rolling his little hands around to form a ball. His clay continually took on the form of a mashed bumble bee (from I'm Bringing Home a Baby Bumble Bee, one of his favorite songs). Mommy doesn't allow them to play with playdough nearly enough I suppose. I guess I should work on that one?
We also learned about dying fabric. In the 1860's they used whatever they had. We learned a common item used to dye fabric was onion skins. The girls enjoyed twisting fabric, making designs with rubber bands and dipping the fabric in different colored dyes.Gracie's favorite part of the day was learning about where all the colored dyes came from. The girls are still telling people where the color of their clothes comes from.
We also learned that still today,the Cochineal, an insect, is what is used to make red dyes. Yes, not only the red in your clothing but also in your food and cosmetics!!! That will make you reconsider that cherry limeade or that cherry red lipstick won't it?!
Here they are using powder from the Cochineal to dye yarn.
Once again they taught that during that time period nothing was wasted. As an example the children made floating candles by filling walnut shells with wax and a wick.
Maggie's most favorite activity was making candles. Here she is blowing on the hot wax preparing it to add a wick.
I would love to go back in the fall when I believe they actually make dipped candles.
It's so hard for me to pick just one favorite. So...one of my many favorites was definitely learning about cotton. This was such a huge part of our southern heritage I am thrilled to see my children have the opportunity to experience it first hand. They were taught how to remove the seed from the cotton, which was really tough work and oh so time consuming. This really gave an all new appreciation for Eli Whitney and his invention of the cotton gin!!!They were also taught how to card the cotton to make batting and then they were able to actually plant the seeds they got out of the cotton. Another very important bit of information we learned was that it is actually illegal to plant cotton in Georgia without a permit due to the Boll Weevil epidemic that occurred sometime during the 1800s and again in the early 1900s. Fortunately, the History Center does have a permit so no children were arrested that day.
Here Gracie is so diligently working on getting out the many little seeds buried deep in the cotton.
Finally, they were able to actually plant the cotton seed. We will have to try to come back in November (I believe that is what they said) when the cotton is harvested. That would be so fun for the girls to see how their cotton seed actually grew!
Another fun activity, I've actually been wanting to learn for a long time, was weaving a rag rug. They used what is called a Friendly Loom. Friendly, because it was easy to use and very "child friendly." We are definitely going to have to get Popaw to help us make a loom so we can make rugs at home. These would make wonderful Christmas presents for those oh so special people in our lives.
They were making the rug to look like the American Flag. It is going to be a gift for our troops. The children were asked to write messages on the white pieces of fabric that they would then weave throughout the rug. The messages, of course, could not be read in the rug, so they were asked to also write them on a piece of paper that would accompany the rug to the troops.
The last activity took place in the farms kitchen, which was of course a separate structure from the house. It was explained to the children that the kitchen was not part of the main house for several reasons, because of the possibility of fire and due to how warm the cooking fires would make the house in the summers. You see our Georgia summers can be rather hot!!!
While the girls were busy with all the different activities we, mostly Monty, keep the twins busy, or should I say the twins kept Monty busy.....
Betsie, doing what she does best, just hanging out looking cute.
Grant, exploring the farm....and boy did he explore.
Grant's favorite part of the day was most definitely the chickens!!!
He was completely fascinated. He was more still here that he was anywhere all day, and I mean really still. He loved it. Bestie joined him for a bit but she was not nearly as interested in the chickens as he was.
Betsie spent a lot of time sitting, waiting patiently on her sisters. You can obviously see here she is seriously missing her naptime.
The final part of our day visiting the Tullie Smith Farm, was an actual visit at the farm house. We were greeted on the front porch by a lovely lady playing the part of Mrs. Smith. She explained several aspects of life in the 1860's. One thing she discussed was why she was dressed in all black. She told us this was expected dress for a woman of that period who was in mourning. There were many different acceptable guidelines for women in mourning depending on the relationship to the deceased. Socially acceptable time periods were anywhere from 1 1/2 years to honor a spouse to 6 weeks for a very distant relative.
She also told the children about the travelers room. This is the room you can see behind her. She explained that in the 1860's, hotels were not available to travelers like they are today. Families often built rooms onto their homes that could be entered from the outside for traveling guests. It really is sad that this is so scary to us today. Can you imagine inviting a stranger, who is just passing through, into your home for the night?
She also explained to the children the reason for the house not having a grassy yard. She told us that this was called a Swept Yard and it was very common in the 1860's. This was to protect the home from snakes and any other critters and to give the family area for doing chores such as laundry and such.
This is an example of a broom they would use to keep the yard swept.
We were then welcomed into the home where it was set up with period antiques similar to what the Smiths would have had.
It was an absolutely wonderful day. We were all a bit tired at the end of the day, but it was so worth it.This was our view in the rear view mirror before we were even out of the parking garage! So precious, dirty little faces and all. They were little troopers.
Well, I'm sure you feel like you've been there by now!!! Thanks for coming along, minus the hot, muggy weather and the Atlanta traffic, of course.
The Tullie Smith farm is an actual 1860's farm from the Atlanta area that has been relocated to the History Center. On homeschool day they have special activities going on all over the farm to help the children experience first hand, everyday life on an 1860's farm.
During the 1860's clay was used to make items such as buttons. The children were given small clumps of clay and shown how to make beads.
Naturally, we had to drag Maggie away from this activity because she could have spent all day adding details to each and every bead! The girls also shared some clay with the twins which quickly became a messy blob.
Grant couldn't quite get the hang of rolling his little hands around to form a ball. His clay continually took on the form of a mashed bumble bee (from I'm Bringing Home a Baby Bumble Bee, one of his favorite songs). Mommy doesn't allow them to play with playdough nearly enough I suppose. I guess I should work on that one?
We also learned about dying fabric. In the 1860's they used whatever they had. We learned a common item used to dye fabric was onion skins. The girls enjoyed twisting fabric, making designs with rubber bands and dipping the fabric in different colored dyes.Gracie's favorite part of the day was learning about where all the colored dyes came from. The girls are still telling people where the color of their clothes comes from.
We also learned that still today,the Cochineal, an insect, is what is used to make red dyes. Yes, not only the red in your clothing but also in your food and cosmetics!!! That will make you reconsider that cherry limeade or that cherry red lipstick won't it?!
Here they are using powder from the Cochineal to dye yarn.
Once again they taught that during that time period nothing was wasted. As an example the children made floating candles by filling walnut shells with wax and a wick.
Maggie's most favorite activity was making candles. Here she is blowing on the hot wax preparing it to add a wick.
I would love to go back in the fall when I believe they actually make dipped candles.
It's so hard for me to pick just one favorite. So...one of my many favorites was definitely learning about cotton. This was such a huge part of our southern heritage I am thrilled to see my children have the opportunity to experience it first hand. They were taught how to remove the seed from the cotton, which was really tough work and oh so time consuming. This really gave an all new appreciation for Eli Whitney and his invention of the cotton gin!!!They were also taught how to card the cotton to make batting and then they were able to actually plant the seeds they got out of the cotton. Another very important bit of information we learned was that it is actually illegal to plant cotton in Georgia without a permit due to the Boll Weevil epidemic that occurred sometime during the 1800s and again in the early 1900s. Fortunately, the History Center does have a permit so no children were arrested that day.
Here Gracie is so diligently working on getting out the many little seeds buried deep in the cotton.
Finally, they were able to actually plant the cotton seed. We will have to try to come back in November (I believe that is what they said) when the cotton is harvested. That would be so fun for the girls to see how their cotton seed actually grew!
Another fun activity, I've actually been wanting to learn for a long time, was weaving a rag rug. They used what is called a Friendly Loom. Friendly, because it was easy to use and very "child friendly." We are definitely going to have to get Popaw to help us make a loom so we can make rugs at home. These would make wonderful Christmas presents for those oh so special people in our lives.
They were making the rug to look like the American Flag. It is going to be a gift for our troops. The children were asked to write messages on the white pieces of fabric that they would then weave throughout the rug. The messages, of course, could not be read in the rug, so they were asked to also write them on a piece of paper that would accompany the rug to the troops.
The last activity took place in the farms kitchen, which was of course a separate structure from the house. It was explained to the children that the kitchen was not part of the main house for several reasons, because of the possibility of fire and due to how warm the cooking fires would make the house in the summers. You see our Georgia summers can be rather hot!!!
While the girls were busy with all the different activities we, mostly Monty, keep the twins busy, or should I say the twins kept Monty busy.....
Betsie, doing what she does best, just hanging out looking cute.
Grant, exploring the farm....and boy did he explore.
Grant's favorite part of the day was most definitely the chickens!!!
He was completely fascinated. He was more still here that he was anywhere all day, and I mean really still. He loved it. Bestie joined him for a bit but she was not nearly as interested in the chickens as he was.
Betsie spent a lot of time sitting, waiting patiently on her sisters. You can obviously see here she is seriously missing her naptime.
The final part of our day visiting the Tullie Smith Farm, was an actual visit at the farm house. We were greeted on the front porch by a lovely lady playing the part of Mrs. Smith. She explained several aspects of life in the 1860's. One thing she discussed was why she was dressed in all black. She told us this was expected dress for a woman of that period who was in mourning. There were many different acceptable guidelines for women in mourning depending on the relationship to the deceased. Socially acceptable time periods were anywhere from 1 1/2 years to honor a spouse to 6 weeks for a very distant relative.
She also told the children about the travelers room. This is the room you can see behind her. She explained that in the 1860's, hotels were not available to travelers like they are today. Families often built rooms onto their homes that could be entered from the outside for traveling guests. It really is sad that this is so scary to us today. Can you imagine inviting a stranger, who is just passing through, into your home for the night?
She also explained to the children the reason for the house not having a grassy yard. She told us that this was called a Swept Yard and it was very common in the 1860's. This was to protect the home from snakes and any other critters and to give the family area for doing chores such as laundry and such.
This is an example of a broom they would use to keep the yard swept.
We were then welcomed into the home where it was set up with period antiques similar to what the Smiths would have had.
It was an absolutely wonderful day. We were all a bit tired at the end of the day, but it was so worth it.This was our view in the rear view mirror before we were even out of the parking garage! So precious, dirty little faces and all. They were little troopers.
Well, I'm sure you feel like you've been there by now!!! Thanks for coming along, minus the hot, muggy weather and the Atlanta traffic, of course.
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