We are seasonally challenged at our house.
We love Springtime...
As long as we can still build a fire and roast marshmallows...
or marshmatallows, as I've sometimes been known to call them :)
To make things even more confusing my youngest is dressed to the nines in a costume from one of her older sisters' gazillion dance recitals.
Her dad, the Head of My Household, obliged her and built a fire.
She likes to explain the whole roasting process as she eats as many marshmallows as she can...somehow without poking her eyes out with the clothes hanger or burning herself.
I love this picture...even though the scene is a little messy...that's our life.
And, I love every minute of it.
Just the way it is, thank you.
Don't you love how the sticky stuff gets all over your mouth?
And your fingers?
And your clothes?
Even BeyBey got in on some marshmatallow action :)
MMMMM...that's a good looking marshmatallow!!
Here's my youngest explaining to BeyBey why she can't have another marshmallow.
All the while BeyBey keeps her eyes on the prize.
I did not keep track of how many marshmallows my youngest ate.
Suffice to say she wasn't interested in supper.
I know, I know...bad Mommy!
BeyBey wasn't really nervous about the fire...
Until this happened!
The Head of My Household has been doing P90X...Can you tell?
I'm laughing now, but when we go to the beach in June, he may get the last laugh.
Because I would rather poke out my eyeballs than have him "one up" me, I've decided to start Jillian Michaels' Shred once I get back from our New York trip next week.
But, I don't want to talk about it yet.
I want to pretend a little longer.
Pass the marshmatallows please :)