Pictures of Something New . . .

Unfortunately, that something is not our kitchen. The drywall man is supposed to come back and sand the wall down, so that we can then paint it, put the outlet covers back on, and reinstall the flourescent lights we have under our cabinets. We do not seem to be on his top 100 list of priorities, however, so there is no telling when all this will occur. He will probably show up tomorrow morning, right as we are walking out the door to our co-op, I am sure. In the meantime, the microwave still sits on the island, a huge hulking presence there. The counters around the sink are empty, a very strange state indeed for our house! And walls look very unfinished, with the bare outlets, capped wires from the lights dangling down in front of them. I am definitely not posting pictures until it is a little more finished!

But we do have something new to report: a firepit for our deck! Bob bought this on Saturday, and to say the boys love it is a tremendous understatement.

They have been busy chopping firewood and kindling in the back. Real lumbermen, LOL, with the blisters to prove it! We've had s'mores 2 nights in a row (but now we are sadly out of graham crackers), and we roasted hot dogs last night for dinner. Actually, the boys roasted hotdogs, and Bob grilled a lovely steak for him and me. We had a romantic fireside dinner on the patio table on the deck--all we lacked was a big candle for the middle of the table, LOL.
We had considered a chiminea, but we are glad we went with the firepit. With so many little "roasters" around the fire, this has more area around it, so less crowding. And the coals are really nice for roasting marshmallows!

Yum, you can practically taste the stickiness here! We've been running high on baths/showers around here, LOL. Between the smoky smell, the dirty ash, and all the stickiness, little people have been remarkably dirty, to say the least.

Here is a bonus picture of Faith terrorizing Grace with a quarter quarter staff. Grace may not look terrorized, but she was quite annoyed and upset in reality. Faith really knows how to push her buttons, and she seems to relish the opportunity to do so. Hmmm . . . that sounds uncomfortably like another pair of siblings around here. We shall see how things, and personalities, develop . . .