I'm not exactly sure what this picture says about me as a mom OR the imagination of my children (one in particular) BUT I captured my youngest son on the couch last night with his body crammed into my office trashcan playing with one of our 16 month old's toys.
hhmmmmm……
Well, it happened….finally. Our first “firecamp” of the year as my children call it. It's become a family tradition ever since my brother, Jeff, lived with us. Don't you just love those family traditions you just happen onto. You don't plan them or spend a lot of time searching for a tradition to make all your own. They just happen. I think they are so special because they are truly your own…not borrowed from someone else.
This has been one of the greatest gifts my brother left with us. My middle son particularly loves the campfires. He helps his dad chop limbs and drag things over to the fire. He also collects all types of paper things around the house to burn in the fire. He's definitely our outdoorsman. Last night my husband and even got to see the boys put on a light saber show. It looked so cool to see them off in the woods fighting “the dark side”.
Another tradition we did borrow from someone else is the annual burning of our Christmas tree. Each year on New Years Eve we douse it with kerosene, throw on a match and watch it burn. It's something else. The kids love it. Last year we added firecrackers. We stuck them all along the branches. You could say it's a popping good time.
With boys, living in the country has been such a treat. We are in a neighborhood but outside of the city limits. We've got approximately an acre lot but are surrounded by woods on two sides. God definitely saw what we needed before we moved here and gave us the perfect house. Our neighbors have a pool they are kind enough to let us use in the summer, we have woods for the boys to roam in the spring and fall, a creek in the back yard, and now a wonderful fire pit near the creek thanks to Jeff.
I hope this wonderful time of the year finds you enjoying some of your own family traditions. Think about us on New Years Eve.
In Christ,
Julie
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