I built this fire with my own little hands. And a grill lighter.
Pies! The one on the left is
This is Fritz teaching a class on starting and maintaining a fire. Obviously I should have taken it, but I didn't get over there - Charlotte is in barnacle-baby phase. I did get a refresher talk on quill cutting, so I'm quite pleased regardless.
What good is it to be a parent if you can't take these sorts of pictures? I call this one "crashed and burned."
Her mother's daughter - she doesn't wake up gracefully.
It occurs to me that I haven't told you about my chimney debacle yet either...