'smore lovin'

Despite the rainy weekend, I was sure that we'd be able to swing one summer tradition....smores. Unfortunately, the one day we did grill, Eddie lost his manners during dinner and smores were off the table. So we tried again the next night, and again, manners were forgotten and rewards were lost. Until that night, when both boys were quite fed up with this whole co-habitation thing, and we needed a diversion. 

Enter SMORES! Yes, I took them away and recanted. Whatever. We needed happiness and no one can be sad eating smores, dammit. 

{put those tears away, little boo! here, have a marshmallow}

{am I teaching my children to eat their feelings? maybe. but whatever. HAPPINESS!}

{AND LOOK! They love. Smores make love happen, for real}

disclaimer: please excuse Finn's lack of pants. He's very....free spirited. Or stubborn. Or, he just likes the feel of fresh air on his chicken legs. Whatever makes you feel better about it. Ultimately, we've kind of stopped caring. It started to be quite the battle of on-off-on-off-run away laughing-on-off-hide them somewhere....so, rock on with the no pants, little buddy.