Thanks mom and dad for the stash of Canadian goods we've been dreaming of and missing for so long. And thanks to S. Doig for helping them make the voyage over. Not that she even knows this blog exists, but we've got to remember our manners right? Here we are enjoying our loot...
Here's the calm before the storm. Can you see the look in Jarom's eye? The, 'don't you even think about taking these marshmallows from me' look? And Conner's happy little smile? The, 'everything in the world belongs to me, so I'll take those marshmallows thank you very much' smile? Well, those poor defenseless marshmallows... what did they ever do to deserve all the wrenching back and forth that occurred after this picture was taken, I don't know. Spare a thought for them.
Haha, the tooth tie. Conner apparently is not to young for his father's wardrobe to embarrass him.
Graham crackers... haven't seen these beautiful things in three long years. The parents in this home were going into smore withdrawal big time. We may have pigged out on them later in the day. Okay fine, I pigged out on them. The others were mostly moderate in how much they ate.
Now just relax, we made her share them... we aren't completely irresponsible, she would've been sick if she ate them all...
Something about this picture... makes me think of a mother bird with all her little chicks fighting for one measly worm. Yes, that is Lena, dumped on the floor. Who cares about cute babies when there are peanut butter candies around???
Time for making smores... over the flame of our stove. Very caveman-like of us, hey? Well, what else can you expect. It's like fifty degrees outside. We can't eat them out in that kind of weather, it would be unnatural!
Conner took one look at those weirdo smore things, and decided he'd rather have the chocolate on it's own, thanks. Sheesh... what can you do... he was born in Australia, so I guess we'll forgive him.
This one was born in Canada though, so he should know better. He poked at the smore thing for awhile, and decided against consuming it.
She's just not ready for smores yet, so we let her eat the bag of chocolate. Just the bag... not the chocolate.
The only child who ate a smore. Not surprisingly either... this kid has a sweet tooth the size of Montana.