Ostensibly, we went to Maker Faire Detroit primarily for this:
Really, though, by the time that I've made everything and we've lugged it all there and Matt's hauled everything inside and I've set it all up exactly as I want it, you pretty much only need one adult to sit there and smile and sell things.
Everyone else, well...
can swing on the water pump swings:
There's a motion sensor on the swing that stops the water right as you pass underneath it, but perhaps because the girls are so small, or their swings are so short, the makers were horrified and the girls were THRILLED to discover that this sensor did not always function accurately for them. My soaking wet girls went back time after time after time.
and build spinning things at the gears table:
Don't you love those wooden gears?
and admire the fire-breathing robot pony:
and work industriously on our scratch block:
I traced the girls' handprints overlapping the block (because I was too cheap to buy two of them), and then they decorated, proudly:
The iron pour was another entire amazing event in itself, but I'll have to show you our wonderful finished iron tile later, on account of I was too excited to take pictures. Here's our waste block, though, there in the middle:
The girls constructed marshmallow shooters:
I think they're kind of gross, and I really want to sanitize the pieces in the dishwasher, but the girls have discovered infinite ways to blow a mini marshmallow into another person's mouth, so there you go, physics
Don't worry, you fans of Matt, he got to get his fanboy on, too:
We also spent some time just tooling about in the Henry Ford Museum, which has a genuine Oscar Meyer Weinermobile!
Including a D.I.Y. hot dog station:
I did have a really cute video of Willow putting all the toppings on top of Sydney as she lay in the bun, but right in the middle of it, somebody walked by behind me and shouted out to my child, "Be still, wiener!".
Fortunately, heckling is quite welcome at the modified Power Wheel races:
Will was a little disappointed that she didn't get chosen to operate the crank to start the giant Rube Goldberg machine:
(listen carefully--did you hear the windshield crunch?), but tell me if I'm wrong, but does it or does it not look like she has a future in driving an iron scrap fire-breathing jungle gym disco station dragon welded to the top of a dump truck?
Don't worry--it's not breathing fire at the moment!
So you may be thinking, "Yeah, that looks fun and all, but where's the big Vegas-style finale? And also, it doesn't look like you got sticky at all!"
Well, you know what?
We got sticky.
hmmmm.... looks like it might have been a little bit of fun! ;)
ReplyDeleteAll sorts of fantastical things!