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Guess how long they sat there? Yep, just long enough for me to request a picture and eat one toasted marshmallow.
And Tom could watch football from the fire!
We wanted to have a fire with Papa and Grannie but needed some firewood so we actually found some free on NextDoor… Yay!
The kids caught a few lightning bugs (it’s in there, trust me).
After we made s’mores we got the fire going a bit crazy.
The kids finally settled down and were cuddling of their own free will.
Then they were trying to read by bug light.
Our two next door neighbors could not be more welcoming. Aside from letting our kids play together all the time, this happened tonight…
Stacey came to collect her kids and I happened to mention that Tom was gone so I was ready to pop the wine and she said her husband was going to be really late so we should do a patio dinner. Yes, please! She would do hot dogs and pizza sticks and I’d bring wine and fruit. She even had frozen peaches for the wine! The middle neighbor, Ines, joined us and felt guilty for not bringing anything, so she offered s’mores at their house after! Yes, please!!
Bonus points if you see it.
Hauling it down to the landing!
“Yup. This is what happens on a cold rainy Sunday.” 😀
The house is 72°, I have on a long-sleeve tee and a Columbia fleece, wool socks, and am under a thick blanket with a dog on my lap in front of the fire. And I’m cold.
I don’t think I actually fully warmed up for about four hours.
Our bedtime view from the fold-out couch. (We didn’t really need it because we were cold…but rather I wanted the smell of a fire. And hubby loves me.) #thelittlethings #memories
For real! We’ve made them before at his request, but he didn’t want to actually eat it. But tonight?! HE DID! And he asked for a second one (though he didn’t finish it). Tom and I were just FLOORED. He also wanted to help roast the marshmallows…until he realized how hot it was by the fire and how long you had to hold it there.
His second one!
Watching the volcano.
Attempting to roast a marshmallow. He looks close, but he was actually about two feet too far away. We kept trying to move his chair closer, but he kept dragging it back. I guess all our warnings of “FIRE! HOT! DANGEROUS! STAY BACK!” worked a little too well.
Investigating the still-cold marshmallow.
Where the marshmallow actually spent most of its time…
Daddy to the rescue!
When it finally came time to eat it, he was more interested in watching himself eat it than actually eating it.
Well, we were going to have a “volcano” (fire) tonight with s’mores (Owen keeps asking about marshmallows)…until Owen was eating a marshmallow and didn’t quite chew it fully before swallowing…so he half choked and ended up barfing all over Tom. So that was the end of the volcano (good thing Tom hadn’t started the fire yet) for the night.