Christmas at Latta Plantation. "A 19th century Christmas celebration. Visitors can tour the plantation house to learn about 1800's Christmas customs, see cooking in the kitchen, a slave Christmas in the cabin, make applesauce and paper dove ornaments, and met St. Nick!" Sounds quaint and cozy and fun and interesting, huh?
Not so much.
The place was crawling with families and each exhibit required waiting in a line outside to get in. With the temperature being all of 42 degrees. With my boys running and falling and kicking and crashing instead of standing still and waiting patiently. With Annalyse howling because she decided it was time to eat. With me wondering why in blazes I thought this was a good idea.
But, when things are free, and when my boys want to be out and about seeing and doing new things, I usually jump on the bandwagon and give 'em a whirl. Such was the case yesterday.
I didn't get many pics, mostly because I was keeping two toddlers from touching old antiques, jamming a pacifier in a baby mouth, or had my hands shoved in my coat pockets to stay warm. But, I did get a few, so here goes:
We visited the plantation last summer and had a great time. Probably because we were the only ones there and because it was in the 80's instead of the 40's outside. The boys recognized things right away and took off running down the dirt road leading up to the Big House.
After the bedrooms, we had a weaving demonstration. Grady Lee was fascinated with how it worked, Micah couldn't keep his hands to himself and wanted to touch the moving machine parts, and Annalyse woke up and started wailing. On to the next room...
When we entered the kitchen building, Micah announced that "it stinks in here and I don't like it!" and Grady Lee was upset that he couldn't see very good and kept saying the smoke hurt his nose.
The barnyard wasn't too exciting either. When it's cold animals don't do a whole lot. They all stood together on the opposite side of the fenced area so we couldn't really see them anyway. The boys were concerned that the water in the trough was frozen and asked if they could climb the fence to jump on it and crack it open. Desperate for something my boys could actually see and do, I almost said yes.