IronDad and IronKids' excellent adventures!
Scroll down to see what adventures we've been up to and what's up next for us here and around the world... watch us "DANCE"! (For now it's mostly photographs because I take lots of them. Keep checking back as I add both old and new to the collection, and be patient because I'm old-school and new to this blogging thing so I make lots of mistakes! Oh... and you can scroll down to the bottom to stop the music video if you wish.)
Sunday, August 28, 2005
It's cotton-pickin' time in our part of the world... these are cotton modules. After the cotton pickers harvest the cotton from the fields they drop their load into what's called the "module builder" which compresses the cotton into modules. The cotton modules are then dropped off in front of the gin, which then separates the cottonseed from the cotton fiber. That process is called "ginning", and it produces bales of cotton ready to be delivered to the various cloth manufacturers. Interesting stuff, huh?
Saturday, August 27, 2005
Sunday, August 21, 2005
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
It's that time of year again... soccer time! Why do we always start the season with two balls, then mid-way thorough the season we have four or five balls, and then at the end of the season we're down to one? And why do kids' feet grow at twice the rate that their bodies do? Things that make you go "hmmmmmmm..."
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Thursday, August 04, 2005
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
The kids in Madurodam, Holland in miniature... it was one of my favorite places to visit as a child and it still holds a special place in my heart.
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
On the pier in Scheveningen, Holland, where my sister and I would play on the beach as children. The Dutch are so proud of how "warm" the water is there because of the gulf stream, and I always have to remind them that the gulf stream starts where we live and by the time it gets to Holland (to us) it's COLD!
And what better way to finish a Dutch meal than with chokolade en vanille Vla?! When I was in college and my mother would go to Holland to visit my Oma (her mother), she'd freeze cartons of vla and bring them back for me!