Camp fire

My children have reached a wonderful new stage in life. A stage in which they're able to play Frisbee with each other and entertain themselves without the need of constant supervision, allowing Jeff and I to sit in the back yard and relax and talk while staring at a campfire.

 

Life is good. 

 

This is the first time we've had a fire all summer. Don't ask me why. It probably has something to do with a flood and wet wood in June, followed by vacation and crazy work schedules. Whatever the reason, late August is suddenly upon us, and Saturday night presented the perfect opportunity to make s'mores.

 

 

No, the fire wasn't always raging like this. Jeff had just added a box as fuel. In fact, this photo was from later in the evening. How can you tell? Because if you click on the picture and enlarge it, you can see both Jeff and AJ already have  marshmallow already stuck to their faces.

 

Mmmmm! S'mores!

 

The kids' attention span didn't last long once they'd roasted and eaten their treat. We kept them busy a few minutes longer by sending them in search of sticks. And then they came up with their own game: rolling down the hill.

 

Of course it had to turn into a competition, which led to Sydney's frequent shout, "It's not a race!"

 

Good thing, because once AJ started rolling, he paid little attention to the direction he was going. Here he is heading toward our neighbor's yard.

 

And then they left us alone for awhile. It took Jeff and I a few minutes to realize we really were getting some alone time. We didn't want to acknowledge it out loud for fear of jinxing it. But it was so nice to sit and stare at the glowing embers and talk about work, talk about how the last week had gone, talk about what's coming up this week, talk about whatever came to mind without being interrupted with whines that one child was bothering the other.

 

Yes, life is good.