With the fire pit put away for the fall and winter seasons, we thought we would take the opportunity to have a good old fashioned campfire with the kids. They don’t get to experience the fires we have during the summer, as by the time it’s cool and dark enough, they are tucked in bed. Turns out Ella missed this one as well, as she likes to nap for a good 4 to 5 hours at the cabin (she has caught on early that there is no better place to sleep than at the lake). That worked out just fine, though, as it was a really special time for Trevor and me to spend with Taylor – building his first fire, roasting his first hot dogs, and toasting marshmallows for mom. It’s tough when you have two kiddos to give quality attention to just one (especially both parents at once), so this was an unexpected, fun treat. Although I did feel guilty during the marshmallow part…that little girl looooves marshmallows.
Kerry: Victoria’s Secret tunic | blanket coat (made by my mom from an antique camp blanket) | AG jeans | Frye boots | Anthropologie earrings
Taylor: Gap jacket and pants | Boden top | Tsukihoski shoes
All giggles during some of his fire-building tasks.
So serious with some of his others.
Some unexpected fun with the logs we set out for seats.
The antique tins for food and canisters for drinks certainly add a special touch for the photos, but it really is a great idea to group items together such as I did here for the s’mores and below for the hot dogs. It’s a great way to carry things to and from the cabin and minimize the trips back and forth, and to keep food from resting on the ground (I feel as though every other campfire we’ve had has us rummaging around on the ground to try and locate the marshmallows, chocolate bars, etc.). My grandpa made the marshmallow/hot dog roasters out of heavy gauge wire, at least 60 years ago.
Proving that styles really do always come back around, this cozy blanket coat was made by my mom out of an antique camp blanket…when I was in high school!
I love this little guy so much it makes my heart hurt.
Reality Check. Shortly after our campfire weekend my mom asked about some pretty substantial burn holes in the antique camp blankets we’ve had at the cabin for decades. “Well, there’s no way that could have happened when we had the campfire, I had them rolled up and a good distance away from the fire,” I said confidently. So, uh, when going through the pictures for the post, I realized I may be in a bit of trouble with my story.
