Wednesday, December 24, 2008
The first week of December we visited Williamsburg. This is the second Christmas trip we have made to that historic town and we loved it. We love just walking the streets and feeling the history of the place. There is nothing like it! The decorations are beautiful, the people are friendly… It just can’t be topped. This year we took a tour sponsored by the garden club and got to see buildings that are not usually open. William did wonderful the first day.
The second day we were scheduled to see the “Grand Illumination”. Once a year at Christmas time they shoot fireworks in 3 different places in town. The fireworks light up the buildings and the sky. There are also small fires all along the sidewalks as well as lanterns. We hear it’s beautiful. We wanted William to be well rested and ready for the evening’s activities so we stayed in our hotel room and made sure he got his two naps and lots of food. We left around 3:30 and headed for the town. We don’t have any explanation for it but almost as soon as we hit the historic area William started crying. Not just little whimpers but loud cries of misery. Nothing would comfort him, and we tried pretty much everything. So after about 30 minutes we left. No Grand Illumination for us. It was McDonalds in the hotel room. And William, you may ask. He cooed and laughed and smiled the whole time he was up and then happily went off to sleep.
This is where the President of the Williamsburg Foundation lives.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
My cousin Steve and his family stopped by our house on their way to my Aunt's house for Thanksgiving. It was so fun to see them! We had chili for lunch and Grandma's butter cake for dessert. Kathline and Hope discovered the attic. They were so excited. They were in our finished room above the garage and there is a half door up there that leads to the attic. They opened it and began exploring. I love that they did that. One of my dreams as a child was always to stumble upon an attic with lots of neat things to look through. I don't think our attic has many neat things but apparently they did, as I overheard them tell their mortified mother who was seeking to reprimand them for their overly zealous curiosity, "there are lots of really cool things up there".