Let's Pretend We Live in the 17th and 18th Century, Shall We?

We took advantage of Grandma's visit to hit up a few of our favorite Virginia historical sites, as well as add a new one to the list.

Colonial Williamsburg

We broke this visit in to a few days, doing the tour of the Wren building and William & Mary campus one day.

Like mother like son...

The Farmer's Market, Bruton Parish chapel (which is still the original building! One of the few, it seems, that wasn't ever burned down by those dang candles) and the Governor's Palace another day.

 

And then an actual walk through most of the Colonial Williamsburg street, complete with marching revolutionary soldiers and all, another day.

Monticello

How the heck is this kid going to handle car rides and church without Grandma's gadgets? 

At Monticello, we met Mr. Jefferson himself.

We took a Garden Tour. What an amazing garden Thomas Jefferson must have had! You could smell the vegetables as you walked through. Mmmmm...it smelled so good.

We took a house tour which was pretty awesome, yet pretty hard for Shae to not touch ANYTHING (we were instructed to touch the floor and absolutely nothing else). I thought it was so cool how Thomas Jefferson was so interested in time. He had beautiful clocks in every room and even had a clock/sun dial on the roof of his porch!

Monticello is beautiful, I can't even imagine how gorgeous it must be in the fall. And how did I not realize that it's Monticello on the back of the nickel? Please tell me that I'm not the only one who didn't know that...

We also participated in the Slavery Tour (which really needs to change it's name to: Slavery Information Session since we were not really touring anything...). While on the "tour," Shae mixed up his snacks with a stick...

...and had his diaper changed on my lap, under a tree. Desperate times call for desperate measures. 

Seriously gorgeous view.

Jamestown

As is the case, ohhh...always, Shae started his friendly flirting right when we got to the Indian Village. We learned here that Pocahontas was only 10 years old when the English came in 1607. Good job Disney. Good. Job.

He continued to wave at every soul he passed in the English Village...

 ...As well as aboard the ship. 

"Why do they always feel the need to put  me on these beds when go places?"

 We got our picture taken with a sailor. Shae couldn't stop staring at his beard. Then the sailor said he had to get a picture of us...

So we let him take one.

 Looks like he's ready to set sail.

 This picture was taken right next to the "No Pictures" sign in the museum. Nice one Darin.

Can I just say that it is SO cool to live in such a historic part of the nation?