Monday, Day 10: Williamsburg

“The Plan” worked. We had hoped for its success, scheduled toward it and even ate lunch at a restaurant some distance away from the morning’s activities so we could execute properly.

The fullness of time had come. The need to act was apparent. The principles were prepared. The stakes were high. The plan was about to become reality.

Earlier in the day we loaded up and headed out to Colonial Williamsburg, a sprawling 1700s living history village. Encompassing hundreds of acres, staffed by hundreds, and visited by millions throughout its 28 year history, Colonial Williamsburg is a spectacular achievement. It faithfully reproduces life as it looked and felt just prior to the American Revolution. Houses, shops, services…all providing a first hand experience of how our founding fathers and their brethren lived.

While it isn’t cheap (that is probably an understatement of biblical proportions), the place is fantastic in its offerings, vision and customer service. It is all about giving visitors a wonderful time, and of course, sending them back to their friends and family with plenty of talking points. We really enjoyed strolling the streets, seeing the horse-drawn carriages, talking to dance masters, blacksmiths, printers and shop-owners. Then back to the van. For “The Plan.”

We drove to a pizza buffet, so as to tank up the little (and not so little) tummies for the afternoon. Then, Zane and I were dropped off, while the others went back to the park. As hoped, he easily went to sleep. And once down, he stayed down for three hours! What a nap he needed. Sleep deprived for a week, he was being pushed to the point of Major Meltdown. Success! Happiness for all! He napped, good and hard! Hooray! Nothing beats a good plan, not even a cranky 22 month-old.

Many sights were seen upon their return. They came back to the hotel weary and hungry. After a modest meal The adults put a movie on and went to…WalMart, of course. Another supply run! Oh well, keeping food in these kids and staying current with various pharmaceuticals requires at least a trip a week to Mr. Walton’s shop.

It is now very late, and that three hour nap is still having its effects on the little man. I am retiring and hope he drifts off soon. Or that I do. Or both.