When we did get out of the house, we walked around at a park reserve, enjoyed pizza for lunch, ran a few errands, took naps or went to the park and then dinner time snuck up on us. Conveniently, my sister Jolene called wanting to know the name of a particular restaurant. She was intending to go out for dinner, but my invite for her to have dinner with us at our house instead sounded good so she came over with a bottle of wine in hand just as the food was hitting the table. We enjoyed chicken breasts marinated in a caribbean jerk sauce, spanish rice, green beans and a rustic baguette. For dessert, Kyle toasted marshmallows over the smoldering coals to make s'mores. This was Max's first s'mores experience. At first, he didn't know what to do with the gooey marshmallow. Eventually, I convinced him to take a bite. It was all over from there...
(taste-testing the marshmallow)
(starting to get into it)
(Cate, the professional s'more eater, with the rookie)
(Jolene loving the s'more as well)
(Max cracking up at something Jolene did)
(messy hands is all that's left)
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