Have you ever noticed that the first s'more of the season just seems to taste better? We've been waiting for the chance for a backyard campfire. But first it was too cold, then there were burning restrictions followed by so much rain the wood was too wet.
But at last, this past weekend, conditions were as good as we figured we might get.
We had a small crisis when we couldn't find the roasting sticks. Jeff had cleaned the garage a few days earlier, which means they may be lost or buried forever. But we convinced Sydney a regular stick would do just fine. And once she blew out the flames on her marshmallow,
she realized we were right.
AJ was busy playing a one person game of baseball in the front yard, and so skipped most of the campfire experience. But he did manage to overhear when we started roasting marshmallows, and so briefly came down to join us.
He also stepped in to help find more sticks.
I don't remember what Sydney was laughing about here. But her smile is too cute not to include.
After a while, Sydney headed up to the house with AJ, which meant Jeff and I could sit together and relax. Just the two of us. It often makes me sad to realize how quickly the kids are getting older and more capable to do things themselves. But sometimes it's quite nice.
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