The girls were here for a sleepover. We decided to make it a campout. Even though we have a firepit up at the top of our orchard, it's been so dry, we kept our campfire confined to the barbeque grill. It's all forest behind us, and we don't need to be the cause of a wildfire.The girls enjoyed roasting their own hotdogs though.
And eating them! Afterwards, there were marshmallows to roast.
for S'mores.
And the new rage....roasted starbursts
Yay! Starburst Kabobs!
I slept in the tent with the girls. It was so heartwarming to be read Bible stories by the oldest, (while the youngest snored). She would read one, then say"OH! THIS one is my FAVorite!" and read another one, and then another FAVORITE. love it
I read her to sleep, reading Laura Ingalls Wilder's "On the Banks of Plum Creek." We cheated and used a long extension cord and lamp in the tent, to save on our flashlight batteries, but it was still cozy. Reading about the Ingalls dugout was even more fun, because I've been working on family history/genealogy, and had just been reading a letter to me from my great uncle, telling about their family living in a dugout, and homesteading, when he was a boy.
2 comments:
A heartwarming post. Isn't it neat when your children value what you teach?
So what do roasted Starbursts taste like?
I remember reading about my maternal ancestors. My great ??? mother said the dugout was so tight she had to walk outside to turn around.
Aww this is so sweet! I love it. I bet the girls will really treasure that time also. xoxo
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