Mint Poop

Today we went to the Denver Mint and made some poop.

Peace is almost 14 months old and I put shoes on her feet for the first time today:

Up until today, she has been walking around with barefeet (because I LOOOOVE bare feet!). But I figured I'd better put some shoes on her for the Denver Mint, since it was an official government building and I didn't want to get arrested for not having shoes on her. P.S. Aren't the shoes great? A friend of mine made them especially for her (can you tell?).

A security guard walked through while we were waiting for the tour to start and he said, "Are you guys ready to finally see the government make cents?" Ha! There are only four places in the U.S. where that joke would be appropriate, and I feel so fortunate to have been privy to it.

There was a new tour guide starting out, giving the opening spiel, and Peace started squawking/screaming as she sometimes does when she is not doing exactly what she wants to be doing (i.e. sitting in my lap instead of walking around). And the tour guide says, "Oh" and looks to the more experienced tour guide as to what to do next. And the more experienced guide says, "Just go on." I let Peace off my lap, so as to get her to stop squawking, and she starts flopping on around on the floor, looking up at the ceiling and smiling. So she's still being a distraction even though she is now a happy distraction. The tour guide smiles at her and eventually gets through her opening. We all clapped for her and then got on with the tour (where more screaming and squawking occurred, just because that is how Peace rolls, but this time it wasn't that big of a deal because the more experienced tour guide was now conducting the rest of the tour).

Then we got home and made some poop:

We substituted/left out some of the ingredients (because that is how we roll). The recipe was from the book 100% Pure Fake, which is a pretty cool book.

And then we all ate poop:

The end.