The aforementioned

S'more tradition continues. In fact, this evening we fired up the chimnea before Celia's bedtime. To say that Celia enjoys a S'more, we've learned, would be like saying the Jolly Green Giant merely knows a thing or two about vegetables - the word "enjoy" doesn't begin to do justice to her new passion. So, we'll hope for more pleasant fall evenings over the next few weeks, and we'll stock up on graham crackers and marshmallows. I know we've shared our thoughts on Celia's fortunate good looks, but seeing her little face glowing in the firelight was a special treat. And now, as I type, I'm imagining Cel is tangled in her crib blanket, dreaming of the warm, toasty goodness she discovered on our back deck tonight...



Grandma Jan said...

Yum! I'm envisioning a wonderful gooey mess that makes the most delightful memories. What a lovely way to spend a fall evening!

Grandma Jan

rht said...

M-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m good!

G 'Ro