A little over a week ago Adam's brother and his family, including cousins Sam and Henry, moved from the East Bay to our neighborhood in Petaluma. We still can't believe it. In less than a month his folks will pack it up and join us as well, also just down the street, AND our best family friends from the hilly perch in Oakland are officially in contract on a house about 2 miles away, with plans to send their boys to school with ours. I don't know how this happened, it's like it's all coming together. When we moved here two years ago we didn't know a soul, and we assumed we were always going to be the lone family to the north. As the school years have passed we've built a little framily of like-minded transplants, and settled in as Petalumans. I run into people at the grocery store, we have a steady stream of kids running through our house, and Fridays tend to lead to late night hang outs with their parents. Now, it seems, we have it all. To celebrate our close proximity, we had the family over to break in our new fire pit.
For our campfire dessert we followed Jasper's instructions carefully (apparently he knows a lot about making S'mores).
I love: "You also need a campfire" and the descriptive: "Then you get a S'mores square that look smushy brown, white, and tan" Oxford comma. "They smell burnt". A boy after my own heart..
Welcome to P-Town Sam and Henry! We're so happy that you'll get to grow up together.