Stockton's not much for a marshmellow roast, but he humored me with the occasional visit to the fire and a quick pose for the camera.
Marshmellow roasting is of course the highest expression of the outdoor cooking art form.
I planned to throw a steak on for dinner as well, but couldn't wait and had one for lunch with corn on the cob and a big mug of root beer.
Maysen doesn't mess around when it comes to marshmellow roasting. She is deadly serious about her craft.
Everyone knows that smoke follows beauty
Stockton wasn't very excited about going to the suit store, but he really seemed to enjoy trying on the jacket and checking himself out in front of the mirror. He could use a haircut though.
Jorja, Maysen, Preston and I spent an hour outside today hunting more worms for their garden. Those girls like it so much that I think we're going to build a worm composter and let them hunt worms for one of their chores.