Fires

Last evening, Michael made a fire in our fireplace. When Naomi heard what he was planning, she said, "I will look at the fire with my hands over my ears like this," and she demonstrated. Last year Naomi screamed and screamed about the fire Michael built -- "NOT THE CRACKING! NOT THE CRACKING!!" You try explaining to an overly-sensitive 3-year-old that a crackling fire is a cozy sound...For some reason, that was our one and only fire in the fireplace last year. It turned out, though, that she didn't mind the cracking this time. Thank goodness.

Simeon was fascinated by the fire. I'll have to post some photos, because he was so cute about it.

Hannah wanted to get the house as dark as possible for the fire, so went around turning off lights and closing curtains. Then Grandma (Michael's folks are here for a visit) mentioned that in Laura's time she would have been reading by the fire. Well, then Hannah had to be Laura and read by the fire. Then she wanted a candle lit. Then she and Naomi had to do their bedtime tooth brushing by candlelight -- Michael was in charge of the candle, of course. Then Hannah wanted to put on pyjamas by the fire -- because Laura and her sisters would bring their clothes to get dressed by the warm stove.

She headed up to get them from her room and I asked her to please bring Naomi's down, too. She said, "Okay."

To which Naomi responded,"Thank you, Laura."