Our youngest had her 9th birthday party over the weekend. She requested a camp-out sleepover in the backyard, and her birthday wish was our command.
Here is Mr. Wonderful, aka my husband John, cooking up supper on the campfire. We love our fire pit. Most of those rocks were gathered from right around our house, and during the last 4 years we've made a tradition of bringing home large samples from our travels. So somewhere in there is a specimen from the Rocky Mountains, the shores of Lake Michigan, and Daytona Beach.
Couldn't resist this shot - all five have exactly the same hair! Well, except our daughter on the far left who has layers and layers of the stuff. Once at a restaurant, she hid 6 crayons in there and you couldn't tell. Now that's an accomplishment.
See that tent lean? That's because two adults, married to each other, tried to put it up together. Although I must say, if I hadn't been there he'd still be working on it.
Next up Birthday Cake Cones!! Just fill ice cream cones about 1/3 up with cake batter and bake for about 20 minutes. Yeah, that's my fat belly in the photo and no I didn't eat any of the cake.
My screened porch and the center of our universe from May through September. I love this house, and it's ripping my heart out to have it on the market.
Sadly a thunderstorm blew in shortly after supper, so the "camp out" happened in the basement, and the smore's were cooked in the microwave. Ever seen marshmallows puff up in the microwave?? It's quite impressive.