Firecamping and Other Amazing Summer Activities

Prefacing Definition-
Firecamping: A term created by an adorable 3-year-old.  The compound word supposedly means playing outside, hanging out by the fire, chasing a dog, and eating S'mores.

On a sunny Saturday afternoon, we played in the pool 'til fingers were pruny and wrinkly, chased the dog until little legs couldn't run anymore, and basked in the sunshine that a June summer can bring.

Fishing is also a necessity, albeit in a pool or in the lake.  "Fishing... like Daddy", Ramsey says.  Yup, Eric has another mini-me.

Firecamping has been a much-requested activity the last month or so.  This afternoon was no exception.  When it got a little later in the day, Eric built us a [ridiculously large and robust] campfire.  This might have been a bit of overkill for marshmallow roasting!

 I joked that we could start sending smoke signals to other tribes.  No lie- this ravenous inferno roared and smoked like this for 15 minutes before it decided to simmer down to something considered normal.    I had thrown in some old door and floor trim (the remnants from the downstairs bathroom that I just redid) into the fire pit.  Apparently that trim had some crazy chemicals in it!  Either way, I am glad that stuff is no longer in our house!!!!!  Yikes!

Eric had realized that Ramsey  had never eaten a real S'more before (only some of the actual components), so we roasted some marshmallows and threw one together.  Albeit a little reluctant to try one, Ramsey dug in.

 And happily smiled and said "cheese" upon request.  Nice.  :-)

 He liked it, except the marshmallows.  The texture is what might have turned him off there.  But, he continued to woof down the graham cracker and the chocolate (of course).

Our stick-loving boy had found his perfect twig, among our kindling, and played with it, pretending he was roasting imaginary marshmallows.   It might have been a sword too.  *cough* 

Riggs contemplated how to obtain this perfect stick for himself!

"No Riggsy", Ramsey uttered (a common phrase in the household).  Sorry buddy, you're not getting this stick.  Go find your own!

 

Before heading into the house (and getting to bed!), of course we had to have some fun on the playset too.   Daddy let the fire die down, then did a bit of fishing.

These kinds of days are so nice.   ...too bad the summer flies by so quickly!