My hearty and hale 11 year-old painstakingly dug a beautiful fire pit in the back yard. He lined it with a piece of steel, and ringed it with rocks. 
Then he begged. And begged. He HAD to have some sort of meat to roast over that fire pit. My oldest got into the act pleading to be able to light a fire. Somewhere. Anywhere. He couldn't understand why I insisted that his dad be home for that. (I think it had something to do with first and last time I asked him to burn something. I gave him some canceled checks, and expected him to just ignite them with a lighter and let them burn on the cement. No, he built a huge bonfire with wood on my neighbor's sidewalk in front of the entire neighborhood. I'm surprised the police didn't show up.) Then I had this flash of inspiration: why not buy some hot dogs and make both their dreams come true? 
Daddy beefed up the pit with some huge rocks, then we roasted some hot dogs, made s'mores, and got fragrantly smoky. As I've looked at the photos, I've discovered a hidden theme. Guesses, anyone?
Just look at me, pigging out like that.
Then he begged. And begged. He HAD to have some sort of meat to roast over that fire pit. My oldest got into the act pleading to be able to light a fire. Somewhere. Anywhere. He couldn't understand why I insisted that his dad be home for that. (I think it had something to do with first and last time I asked him to burn something. I gave him some canceled checks, and expected him to just ignite them with a lighter and let them burn on the cement. No, he built a huge bonfire with wood on my neighbor's sidewalk in front of the entire neighborhood. I'm surprised the police didn't show up.) Then I had this flash of inspiration: why not buy some hot dogs and make both their dreams come true? 
Daddy beefed up the pit with some huge rocks, then we roasted some hot dogs, made s'mores, and got fragrantly smoky. As I've looked at the photos, I've discovered a hidden theme. Guesses, anyone?
Just look at me, pigging out like that.
It's disgusting, really.
Come on, Earlgirl. The whole bar?
Now I'm after the baby's food! It's an outrage.
Come on, Earlgirl. The whole bar?
Now I'm after the baby's food! It's an outrage.
9 comments:
I grew up with a fire pit in the backyard. I can't wait to have one. I didn't know you could have one in the city boarders!! Looks like fun. Nothing smells better then fire smoke and burning marshmellows.
Well, this whole thing took place in our second home that looks remarkably like our primary home, but it, um, happens to be outside city boundaries. ;)
I too wish for a fire pit. I love that kind of stuff! I guess we will all have to come over and crash your house for some smores :)
Eat it! Eat it all! You deserve it!
We also have a fire pit. I am not always willing to go out and be a part of it though because I hate smelling smoky! It comes with the territory when you have boys I think. THey love fire!
You know when it come to food I think turn about is fair play. How many times do those darling little people want a sample off of our plates? Although, with kids there is the issue of finger hygiene...
Looks so great and rustic and fattening!
I thought the common theme was the dog...!
I'm with Jodi who doesn't like to smell smoky - thus I think it is wonderful that you were sent to earth to be the mother of all boys and enjoy their dogs!
Looks like fun! miss you girlie.
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