Simple Memories

Sometimes you just have to make some memories. And they don't need to be big things. I remember the simple things that my parents did that were just fun and different. So last night we made pizza and had a "picnic" in the living room (with a blanket down because of the boys tendency to be a little messy--at least if the stuff under the kitchen table is any indication--and I just swept and mopped yesterday). We made a fire in the fireplace (the first one the boys had seen--the few times we've lit it have been after they've been in bed--just so we didn't have to worry about Nils being around it). And then we played Uno in front of the fire. Anders actually stuck with it more than he does with Candyland or Chutes & Ladders. That was all. But it was fun. And different. And time together. And just the smell of firewood is a good memory to me (I love that the smoky smell lingers for a few days).