On Friday night Brett decided to bust out the fire pit in the backyard. I'm not sure why he didn't think of this on the nights that it was actually chilly outside, seeing how Friday was the first night in quite some time that was warm, but it is what it is. It's how Brett works.
He had some wood pallets in the backyard that needed to be broken up and of course Ethan had to help.
Whenever he uses his hammer or tools he says, "me working." I love it, my little carpenter.
I think Brett was pretty happy with his fire, don't you think?
Ethan got pretty comfy, said he wanted his blankie and then told us, "ni, night."
It was a nice evening.
Except for the one thing that was missing...s'mores.
Next time, I'll be prepared.