So there we were at the dinner table, and Michaela had finished all her dinner - plus some seconds - so I asked her if she wanted dessert (not a normal thing around here).
She asked for a marshmallow - a recent obsession because the bag of them sat on the counter for a few days after we thought we were going to do the s'mores thing in the backyard last weekend. So instead of just giving her a marshmallow, Jason and I did that parents-communicating-with-no-words thing, and decided to get a fire going in the backyard and do the s'mores. With no work for him tomorrow and no activities for the girl, it was a good night to delay bedtime if we needed to.
So there we were, roasting marshmallows and putting together delicious s'mores in the backyard, and all the kid wanted to do was run around, keep an eye on the lizards hiding out in one of the Adirondack chairs, and eat a marshmallow out of the bag (followed by a piece of chocolate and a graham cracker).
And, of course, she wanted to play in the hammock which is generally off limits because we left it out all winter and it's grown green stuff in it.
But it was bath night anyway, so Jason tossed her in there and then let her think the hammock was a swing. I think she enjoyed!
(And it's time for the latest edition of Belly Watch, but I think I'm going to just put that on our other blog. So head over to The FlyingFish to see that if you're interested! I'll tell you this... I've grown a LOT in the last 2 weeks and 2 days!! YIKES!!!)
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