This is nothing special, well to you anyway. I'm not a scrapbook type, or a baby book writer, or even a picture printer. I'm terrible at recording memories. This blog is my attempt at holding on to some of my life as a Christian, a wife, and a homeschooling Mom of 5. I am a country girl that lived in a big city for 14 years, and moved to the Deep South for quiet, quaint, small town living.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

They begged for a Cowboy dinner

It was the only night we had together that wasn't raining, and it was COLD.

 This little baby fire pit is fun, but it doesn't exactly create warmth.
 Troy was just trying to be manly and not wear a coat, but let me tell you..... Brrrrr!
 George wanted to help break up the wood.
 The poor boy tried and tried.
 It was a little stronger than we thought.  
Even jumping on it between the walk and a rock didn't help him.
 But he does persevere.... we are all impressed.
 Mags and I hung out on the deck a few mins at a time, just to take a few pics and go back inside.
 Troy did the real bonding.  
I'll wait until summer for that.
 We still haven't perfected the correct positioning on the dogs on the skewers.
 Ginnie plays more of a foreman role.
Like her Momma.
 Liv tried to enjoy every minute.
 George is..... well, he is just George.

They brought their dogs in to eat at the table before making s'mores.
Ginnie wasn't too keen on that either.  
It ended up being a sticky mess, her coat needing a washing,
and an argument over how a s'more is built.  She decided to play with it over eating it. 

This is why we can't live on a ranch.  There is no sense of s'more protocol.

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