We thought we were the only ones there, so technically we wouldn't have to wear our masks.
Turns out we weren't the only ones there.
It was also the start of "black fly" season in NH. We were surrounded by them! So most of us decided to wear our masks to keep the flies off of our faces.
Flies or not, masks or not, it was a very enjoyable family hike with exercise signs along the path:
Followed by an in-the-car picnic (with poutine!) on the ride home, we also narrowly escaped a big thunderstorm. It was a fun way to spend family time together.
I am sad to report that my efforts were in vain. The sleeping beauty continued to sleep with taggie and taggie continued to disintegrate.
See how the row of ribbons are coming off? The fabric is worn through.
The purple ribbon is one of the favorites:
In a moment of sheer desperation, a new procedure was invented: the tag-ectomy. What is that?
Upon discovering more of the original froggie fabric deep inside of a storage bin, free Taggie by cutting a square of her (him? it?) out of the original, trimming the ribbons, and then using flat felled seams to attach the new fabric to the old. In a really sneaky move, add an extra layer of froggie fabric in between the existing layers of froggie fabric to make it thicker and (hopefully) more durable.
Let's check back in six months to see how the "new and improved" taggie is holding up...
Much happened in the North American eastern seaboard between 1750 and 1850. The colonies found themselves embroiled in one war after another.
After winning the War of Independence against England, the people were no longer colonists, but citizens of the newly formed United States of America.
Yadda yadda the idea of manifest destiny became incredibly important to many Americans, some of whom:
wanted to seek better opportunities (read: make money)
were looking for adventure (read: escaping the law and/or debt)
were seeking to escape the winter snow in exchange for blazing humidity and heat,
were seeking to live life to its fullest by living far away from any store, person, or ability to purchase a small bag of sugar (pure insanity!).
Whatever the reason, it is this time period which has captured the interest of one of our citizens. One day he's a colonist; the next a British soldier. In one clip, MLD is helping him secure a fort. In another, our colonist trades in his braid and breeches to become a wild west cowboy.
Well, partner, ya never know what to expect in dese here parts, now do ya?
And here he's preparing for his next march:
By the way... remember how I suggested you watch the kids' hair grow out? Compare the photos above to the post where I recommended this!
Mr. T had his eyes on the bigger bicycle. He tried it out the second day after learning how to ride the first bicycle, but was disappointed to see that his feet couldn't quite touch the ground.
Undaunted, he hit the bottle (milk), got some sleep, ate vegetables, and asked MLM to stretch him. After a good stretch, he ran outside... and voila!
