Driving on the Parkway was a lot like this pic I got from the internet......basically a tunnel of fallness......AWESOME! This year the color was great. A 9 out of 10 according to those who predict and dictate such things. There was a lot of red to break up the yellows and oranges which made for amazing views.Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Blue Ridge Parkway
Driving on the Parkway was a lot like this pic I got from the internet......basically a tunnel of fallness......AWESOME! This year the color was great. A 9 out of 10 according to those who predict and dictate such things. There was a lot of red to break up the yellows and oranges which made for amazing views.Wednesday, November 9, 2011
The Biltmore Estate, Asheville, NC
Building Biltmore was, at the time, one of the largest undertakings in the history of American residential architecture and the results were astounding. Over a six-year period, an entire community of craftsmen worked to build the country's premier home. The estate boasted its own brick factory, woodworking shop, and a three-mile railway spur for transporting materials to the site.
A New World Château
The celebrated architect Richard Morris Hunt modeled the house on three châteaux built in 16th-century France. It would feature 4 acres of floor space, 250 rooms, 34 bedrooms, 43 bathrooms, and 65 fireplaces. The basement alone would house a swimming pool, gymnasium and changing rooms, bowling alley, servants' quarters, kitchens, and more.
An Environmental Wonder
The grounds of the 125,000-acre estate were designed by
Frederick Law Olmsted, the creator of New York's Central Park and the father of American landscape architecture. He not only developed acres of gardens and parkland, but in his efforts to protect the environment and reclaim over-farmed land, Olmsted established America's first managed forest.
A True Family Home
George Vanderbilt officially opened the home to friends and family on Christmas Eve in 1895. He had created a country retreat where he could pursue his passion for art, literature, and horticulture. After marrying the
American Edith Stuyvesant Dresser (1873–1958) in Paris during the summer of 1898, George and his new bride came to live at the estate. Their only child, Cornelia (1900–1976), was born and grew up at Biltmore.
As you can see we made one more stop, and I must say, it was meant to be, here's why.....
My drop dead leave Asheville time was 2pm. Naturally, we took longer at both the Arboretum and the park than I expected. Knowing the Biltmore Estate was a big draw for Asheville I figured it'd be a shame to not at least drive by.
We found where it was and found, too, that one doesn't "drive by" the Biltmore. You enter a parking loop, go through a guarded arch and in a couple of miles arrive at a ticketing building. We did this and I parked, still contemplating going or staying....the drive from Asheville to New Bern is six hours.
As I sat there a man around my age, perhaps a big younger approached my door. I rolled down the window and he said he'd gotten a package deal that came with two tickets and he only needed one, would I like it? I asked what there was to do and see and if he knew what it cost for kids to get in and he wasn't sure about the kids fee but he told me briefly the different areas of the estate. I gladly took the ticket and thanked him. I ran inside quick and asked an attendant the cost for kids. She, much to my surprise, said that children 9 and under were free! I asked what my adult ticket was worth and she said a single adult ticket was $60! Wow. Now we HAD to go, it was free and I promise I would have driven straight home had I seen it was $60 for me....I didn't care that much. What a gift we received! Thank you kind stranger! Thank you, Jesus! We drove a few more miles and parked and loaded in the stroller and walked another 1/2 mile if not more...
to this...........
the Biltmore Mansion....in a nutshell, America's largest single family home that was built by Vanderbuilt. I wasn't that interested in the rooms of the house but Reagan wanted to go in so we did. Amazing rooms, hard to imagine actually living there. We only peeked into a few because the lines were long and I knew we were behind schedule as it was.
After the house tour we trekked back to the truck and drove another 5 or so miles into the estate to get to the old farm/animal area. Here are some pretties we saw along the way back to the truck, which was a near cardiac/up hill both ways, kinda moment when pushing that stroller on the dirt 'path'.
1900"s Farm.
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Wait a cotton pickin' minute!
Now, I've come to a realization with the aid of my sister. Well, first of all is it strange that I see a cotton field and feel I should take my kids to go see it, touch it, experience it, learn about it and from it? I'm kind of a 'every moment is a teachable moment' kind of person....I sort of feel like that's my job as a parent. So honestly when my girlfriend in Maryland that home schools her kids (I'm not passing judgment as to if I think one should or shouldn't, to each his own) says, "I'm taking my kids to the zoo for home school" I can't help but think, "wouldn't you take them there anyways?"
So anyhow, when talking to my sister about I don't even know what (probably one of my excursions) she pointed out to me that what I do (teachable moments) isn't normal necessarily. She said (paraphrased) "Kelly, you take your kids to the zoo and tell them about this or that and explain this or that, teaching them. I take mine to the zoo and we look at the animals." Ah, ha! So, that takes me back to the "to each his own" comment. I'm not saying it's wrong or right, but I do (obviously) prefer my way. I'm a sucker for knowing how things are made or where they came from. I really could sit and watch shows like How it's Made ALL day long and never get tired of it.
So anyways, back to my cotton fields. We went to a spot where we could drive right up. I actually think the little two fell asleep in the truck so the three of us when and checked out a field at its edge. I picked one head off so they could touch it and feel the seed inside the cotton. It was a nice little afternoon adventure that touched on slavery in the South and what cotton turns into.
This is one of the reasons I like moving so much! Books are priceless but when you've been there and seen it....that's awesome! (I can't wait to show them the picture of us at Hiroshima A bomb drop site and Nagasaki when they are studying that someday....you. were. there!)
On the way home we counted how many fields of cotton we saw, and I promise they hadn't noticed them on the way in. Brett took a field trip a few days later and came home to tell me that on his bus ride to his field trip he saw three cotton fields......see that, it even stuck! Yippee!
Bone Savvy
They each took 100 pennies to the event in honor of Girl Scout founder Juliette Low and Girl Scout's 100th anniversary which is this year.
Tinkering
Upward tryouts
Typical bedtime scene here as of late.....
Remaining dresser......... climbed and shelf (bracketed to the wall) pulled down and figurines broken....shelf is still down.
Baby gate up, but it's only a delay tactic, not an actual barrier as it's easily climbed or just simply undone and tossed aside. If the door is locked to keep them in, it's simply unlocked.....may need to turn the knob around.
I've tried separating them, Brady in bed, Addison in the office, but they just yell for each other. Brady sounds like something right out of a Rocky movie just replace Addison for, "Adriaaaaaaaaaaane!"
SO.......once they DO finally give up (usually Brady first) Addison is a lot of times up til I am, which I find VERY annoying....mama needs a break and you're a crank! If they do go to bed at a decent time and in their room they are up about three hours later usually crying for Daddy so here they come to our bed because honestly I get tired of fighting them and I really like sleep once I get myself there. Brady used to be an AMAZING sleeper, down at 7pm, up at 7 am.....that is NO longer AND they don't nap....what gives!
If I just ignore Addison she usually falls asleep wherever she got worn out.......hence the picture.....tonight it was by the toy box, which has been relocated to our bedroom. Good grief!