A lesson from Papa to remember while gathering campfire wood.
While I administered the IOWA tests for a group of homeschoolers, Bailey and Papa searched for firewood throughout the neighborhood. Our family loves to sit by a fire and eat marshmallows, s’mores, and enjoy the cool night air as the stars make their majestic appearances.
After the purchase of our new (tiny) fire pit we waited not-so-patiently for a dry evening to try it out. Thankfully, last night was absolutely perfect for sitting by a fire, and, thanks to Papa’s advice, we ran out of time before we ran out of wood!
Here are some pictures of our evening:
The bigs putting in a bunch of smaller sticks to get a good, hot base started.
He eventually dug a hole down through the pile of fire wood, found dirt, and swam in it. And by “swam in it” I literally meant, he SWAM in the dirt. I’ll put it this way. He had on a long sleeve onesie, a long sleeve shirt, a pair of Kinderstrumpfhosen (tights), jeans, socks, and shoes, and somehow managed to get dirt into his diaper.
Some of the highlights included the excitement caused by the cracking of the pit, Parker being a fire-dragon, and the bigs getting to poke sticks into the fire creating mini-torches to examine.
Oh, and I can’t neglect to tell you about sweet Parker picking a half-dozen dandelions for Nana and Papa. He’d pick two, run toward us yelling their names, stop two feet away, rip off the fluffy seeds (the part you blow), then proudly hand them each a stem.
All the adults can breathe a sigh of relief now as we have had the “fire pit night.” We were getting concerned because our time at home with Nana and Papa is running short. They left today for Rothenburg for the night, and will drive on to Bavaria tomorrow. We will meet them later for a fun visit at Edelweiss!
(Here is a post about our last fire-pit fun night with Nana and Papa back in October of 2011.)