The boys have been begging to have a fire in the fire bowl all fall. They wanted to make s'mores. The only problem has been that they remember to ask at the most inconvenient times. Like at breakfast on a school day. Or bedtime. Or a day that Daddy is on the later train.
Today Daddy worked at home (and Starbucks, with all the cool work at home peeps).
And they remembered to ask after school. During daylight hours.
Will, Cuyler and a couple of their friends collected a pile of sticks for kindling.
At 5pm Daddy decided it was time to fire up the fire bowl.
No matter that we hadn't had dinner.
Daddy tends to operate on a different schedule than the rest of us (i.e. awake from 3-4:30 am, napping from 1-3pm, bedtime around 8:30pm--you can see how going into the office throws off his circadian rhythm...)
So by 5:15, the fire was blazing.
We brought out the fixins for s'mores and let the fiery fun begin.
By about 6:20 all but two of the marshmallows were gone and nearly a whole package of graham crackers consumed. Daddy let the fire burn down and then used the hose the extinguish the last of the hot coals.
Sure we all came in the house smelling like smoke, but we realized something very important: we have a nearly unlimited supply of wood and sticks on our property and with that fire bowl ablaze, it's warmer outside than it is inside. Think of how well the snow will keep the sparks down...