Friday night my hubby decided (at 6:00 pm) that he wanted to have a bonfire.

Seems like a good idea right? Especially with the beautiful fall weather. Right?

Except we don’t own a fire pit. So, even though we had plans to attend a football game at 7:00…hubby insisted we take a family trip to Home Depot to purchase a fire pit so we could have the bonfire after the game.  His time management is not always spot on. In fact, it’s usually NEVER spot on.

But, being the good wife I am…I happily packed the kids in the car with him and set off to hopefully make the fastest trip to Home Depot in history.

Not likely with 2 kids in tow.

We got back late (imagine that), but still headed to the game for a bit.

We weren’t at the game long because we needed to get home so that J could assemble the fire pit. Yes, that is correct. Assembly required.

Wasn’t it such a bright idea to have a bonfire…2 hours before the bonfire was suppose to start…without an assembled fire pit?

Luckily, our friends, the Webb’s, came back with us to help put it together. Logan and P Man were so helpful. Except I think P was just trying to undo stuff…and Logan, at one point, was actually using the tools while J held the flashlight for him. Nothing like having a 4 year old figure out how to assemble the fire pit before a 33 year old.

P Man was more concerned with using the styrofoam as a race track for his cars.

Final destination of the evening…back yard. Fire pit assembled. Good friends. Now…if we would have just had time to stop at the store to buy smores. Darn!

Saturday night consisted of “MOVIE NIGHT”! An all time favorite of mine. We had a mini dance party prior to the movie.

Peformance by P Man of course.

And YES, HE IS WEARING PANTS PEOPLE! You are not seeing things. Those are actually pajama pants on his legs. Don’t knock the fact that they don’t match his shirt. He only has a few pair of pants he will actually wear. I’m not gonna get picky and ask that he match. I’m just gonna be grateful he kept pants on for over an hour.

We made a palette on the floor…

…ate LOTS of DIBS…

LOTS AND LOTS!

There was even one point where we were all THREE laying on the floor together and P Man insisted that we all hold hands.

I remember thinking “I don’t EVER want to forget this moment.” It was so sweet.

A certain someone didn’t make it through the whole movie. Nor did he make it the whole night with his pants on.

*I guest posted on my hubby’s blog today about our experience switching insurance companies and changing agents.  Not.a.fun.process.