Friday in fall

Friday.  Delivered.  Well mostly, except for those 10 minutes of stroller drama with the girls earlier in the day.  We all played outside together as a family of 6 once all the boys came home.  Hartley collected rocks in a bucket for over an hour.  The kids moved the leaves all over the yard with various rakes, brooms, and shovels.  Spread them everywhere except the bag that I was trying to convince them to fill for a dollar.

 They chased, wrestled, played ball with Paul.  He kept saying he was schooling them the entire time.

Rounded out the evening with backyard s'mores.  Plural, because they really did want and eat s'more.  Also: the pink jacket, size 12 months.  She brought it out, I said this was her's when she was Hartley's size, and that Hartley wore it earlier today.  She said it'd work for now.  Because I'm a mama of 4, we just put it on.  "see mom, it fits me still."  Not quite, but it'll work.  

And her gorgeousness- perfect little features, sticky marshmallow face…well just so much love.

Fire pit and s'mores are his love language.  "lets do this again tomorrow mom, and Sunday too."  

He's 8, almost 9, and refused to let me get a picture, so I snuck one.  He was there with us, and loved it.  Just didn't want to be photographed.

Then we had a brief game of 3:1, I schooled them, then Ryk kicked the ball too hard.  It hit Jovie's shin, then bumped up and hit Kip's head.  So the fun was over.  Showers then bed.  

Side note: I adore the smell the fire pit leaves on my clothes after s'more sessions with my kiddos.  Brings back all the feel good moments of family camping trips.  I hope that I'm creating these memories for them, too.