I hate when my kids sit at home, they fight or watch TV, which I despise almost equally. Not that TV is bad, without it I would certainly be submitted to looneyville. Plus, according to my husband, my kids would certainly not know how to read simple words without educational programs on PBS.
There is another added bonus the less time I spend at home, the less is there to clean up after later. So if I had it my way we would never be at home, well maybe for dinner, bath and sleep, or occasional snuggle on a rainy day.
I try to dig up things to do in our town with time always finding most unusual and interesting shtuff. So this past Saturday we had a blast going to an amazing puppet show performed by Barefoot Puppets, sponsored by county library system.
After we drove 30 minutes across town (I know it is not LA), to see sheep shearing at Meadow Farm Museum, an 1860 living history farmsite and museum about rural South.
Personally I was not sure what to expect. I have never seen a Sheep being Sheared, not really sure what it meant, but it sounded cool. I got even more excited when we arrived and we saw a guy holding a sheep with some really sharp objects in his hand.
We all piled into a shed and the the sheep proceeded to get her haircut, not that much different then the one I give my dog when I forget to make a grooming appointment and get tired of looking at him with long hair.
The sheep just like my dog actually likes this experience and lays there just as it would getting a massage, unless it is nicked (but that happened only once)
Apparently (to most, I didn’t know so I asked, making me look super stupid) sheep are sheered only once a year, in a spring, allowing all summer and winter for the hair to grow back. Did you know that? Sure you did, how often do you get your haircut?
Once one side was done the sheep was flipped on another.
By then (actually much earlier) my kids lost their interested and became much more interested in the loose sheep in the pen with us. My son particularly tried to have intellectual conversations with her, even trying to feed her some hay, to which she only answered Baa. Loud Baa, like an alarm clock, which woke up everyone and got kids even more excited.
My daughter enjoyed the proximity also.
When the sheep was almost done we had enough and decided to walk around the grounds where we found the most amazing sight.
Baby Lambs, just enough to start thinking about Easter.
For those of you in Richmond Meadow Farm has three more dates available for Sheep Shearing and the participation is free. On April 16 they Farm will show you the process of turning the wool into shawl. Spinning, weaving and natural dyes are all part of this process.
For those all over the country looking for fun free things to do with your kids check out your local libraries, bookstores, county/city websites, community associations. I bet you will find a lot more then you ever knew existed.
This week has been rough on technology in this house. Of course it was rough on my technology not my husband’s. I am very bad with things, things in general. I break them easily and should not be trusted with most things breakable. Kids are fine, computers, phones not so much. But it gets even worst when you add to it my lovely toddler twins who are always in close proximity to my things.
So it started with my son using my Iphone, which he does a lot. Unfortunately he decided to take it to the bathroom with him instead of the newspaper. I know he can’t read yet but how else can I tell you gently that he was going number two. Of course he has to be potty trained and has to go on the big potty, diaper no longer cuts it. So in between balancing his little tushie on the seat he tried to balance the iphone on his knee, and he did not do a good job since few minutes later he ran to get daddy saying “mommy’s iphone fell”. Of course daddy when noticing what it fell in decided that it was not his job to fish it out (which may have saved its life).
So after getting it out, cleaning it, taking it apart we tried all three tricks:
- Cleaning it with Rubbing Alcohol
- Putting it in Rice
- Drying it with Hairdryer
No luck, nothing worked… or to quote Trumph “for me to poop on”
So I have been without a phone for a week and you really do not know how much you rely on it for everything until it is missing. I can definitely tell you that I do not appreciate these commercials that say “if you don’t have an iphone, you don’t have an iphone.” As if I needed a constant reminder.
But that’s not all. On Wednesday my computer got a virus. I really do not know how. I am so extra careful, never open unknown emails, attachments, only go on reliable sites. This is the second time this computer got a virus first time from Stumble Upon and I thought I have learned my lesson. Not so much I guess. It took a day to fix but not without all my pictures being scattered all over the computer no longer neatly organized by name, date, time. To help it even better my photo software refuses to cooperate. I did however get a chance to play hide and seek for a bit and scramble enough to get one recipe out... Before
Before my son (painting next to me) decided to pour his painting water all over my keyboard. Wait not my keyboard. My keyboard has already been replaced once when my daughter spilled my coffee on it and deemed unusable after she picked most of the keys and I added some gin (with lime) to the coffee. So this time the water was spilled on extra keyboard that is now permanently attached to my laptop, or should I say a desktop now.
The keyboard was toast. I could not write posts, respond to my friends emails unless I wanted to pull an on screen keyboard and pick every letter one by one with my mouse. I can only imagine how long it would take to write something. My husband refused to let me near his computer, I can’t imagine why?
However he did take the keyboard apart, this time the rubbing alcohol worked (I guess this keyboard decided that if they other one had a drink why shouldn’t he) and I am now functional. Not before I went on ebay and bought a silicone one. The one that is not only bendable but almost machine washable. I wonder how long it will take me to destroy that one.