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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.
Tom set up the sprinkler and Owen positively loved it. Just look at the joy in his face!
Tom was burning twigs and dead bushes from the yard, and as soon as Owen saw the fire pits, he exclaimed VOLCANOES (or, in his exact terminology—canos!). He stood on the deck and watched them and was so into them…
I finally just sat him in the chair where he sat for a good 20 minutes just watching and chattering about the canos…telling them to “wake up” when they started to die down. Tom also said he had to feed them, so Owen was saying “nom nom nom.”