I think we all know that Davy Crockett is known as the king of the wild frontier, but this weekend, the roots and I visited our local park to try our hand at going back in time to experience how things were back in his prime. It's been years since I have experienced what the park affectionately calls David Crockett Days, and to be honest, I've never taken the little roots, but after seeing how extremely hard all of the park employees work to get ready for this yearly event, I couldn't help but show my support and boy am I glad I did. I woke the little roots early and dressed Frances appropriately in her bonnet and as close to the time period as I could on a whim of dressing her for the event. She was pretty darn adorable if I do say so myself. There is nothing better than a barefoot baby in a bonnet. Everyone was dressed up in their costumes and had their tents and teepees set up and ready to go. When we arrived on Friday morning, it was early and everyone was just getting started. I wanted to try and beat the heat, thus making the experience more enjoyable for everyone (I despise the August heat). There was a light breeze in the air, and all of the vendors were cooking breakfast and percolating coffee on their open fires. Some were already having breakfast and I couldn't help but be incredibly enthralled by seeing them sitting in costume and having a rusticly cooked breakfast, getting to know one another. Part of me couldn't help but think about whether or not I would have liked living back then, but then I am brought back to the previously stated point (refer to August heat) and I am reminded of how I love air conditioning. We could hear the black powder rifle demonstration and quickly made our way over to watch it happen. My oldest root actually fires a black powder rifle for programs at the park, and there is something magical about the smell and the sound of a black powder rifle, especially when it's your oldest girl firing. We saw some really amazing leather and pelt displays and my favorite was the spinning and weaving by Jill Wood. She informed me that she holds classes twice a year on spinning wool, and I'm thinking this would be an awesome addition to our homeschool lessons. As I mentioned before in a Life Loves post, I have an affection for all things pottery. Last year my oldest gifted me a fabulous mug, bowl with one of the vendors and unfortunately, while tossing my keys onto the kitchen table, I hit the handle just right and it broke. I was lucky enough to run into the same vendor and purchased a replacement of said mug bowl. I am already imagining sipping Lentil soup or chili from this beauty this fall. The middle root was so excited because "they have an authentic root beer mom!" This child lives and breaths for the moment in life that he gets to have a soda. I'm the mean mom that only does a soda from time to time for him as a big treat because it's pretty much junk in a bottle/can. I gave in because he was enthralled at the bottle it was in, and the fact that it had a cork. I had one happy little boy on my hands with a root beer and a wooden hatchet. Little root walked around like a celebrity as people made over how adorable she looked in her get up. She playfully twirled her dress around while gnawing on a rock candy sucker, which was the only way I could keep my typically hands off type child from picking up any and everything she saw. If a good time was to be had by all, someone was going to have to bend the rules a bit, so I quickly found a vendor with suckers and threw caution to the wind and a sucker in her eating hole. Best decision I've made in a while. We passed one gentleman that was playing the violin and the middle root was so enthralled by his long golden blonde curls that fell around his face (so was I) and a braid down to his waist. We stayed and listened to him play for quite a bit before the middle yells "I PLAY PIANO!" I froze for a moment and I swear I heard crickets as we all wait for the young man to respond. He smiles and commends the root on taking up an instrument. Keep in mind, we are 3 weeks into piano lessons when at that moment he proclaims that he is a pianist. I playfully tell the man that we are raising the next Franz Liszt (insert the type of eye roll worthy of a hang time award). Luckily I survived a couple of moments where the middle says exactly what he thinks in typical 9-year-old fashion. While browsing a tent, he sees more wooden hatchets. Before he picks the one he wants, he wants to see all the different ones made by all the vendors so that he can find the perfect one that will sit in his room and collect dust. The nice man in his frontiersman garb was donning a hatchet around his waist and when he saw the middle and an opportunity at a sell. He approached him, saying "Do you like those hatchets, young man?" Charlie's response was pure unadulterated honesty when he says "Yeah, they a nice, but the guy over there has some way cooler ones with feathers on them." FUCK!!!!!! Are you kidding me right now? My inner unfiltered (as usual) voice said: "WRAP IT UP!" But I handled it well, and by handling it well, I mean that I smiled at the man and then we shagged ass on out of there. By this time, we had enjoyed a couple of hours of play time, enjoyed the scenery, and accidentally offended as many people as I could stand, and at that point we took our goodies and went home. A great time was had by all, and I had a couple of happy roots to take home with me. If you didn't get a chance to enjoy David Crockett Days, you should check it out next August. David Crockett State Park has a Facebook page and always posts what they have going on in advance so you can plan. On to our next adventure!