First Bonfire of the Year and May Long Weekend

My parents have a bonfire pit at their house and, as long as one follows the carefully prescribed rules put out by the local fire brigade, it is quite possible to roast marshmallows while in town.  One must only burn one hour before dusk up until one hour before dawn, the fire must be at least 100 feet from all neighbours and it must clearly be for cooking.  Thus, the necessity of marshmallows.  I'm perplexed by this photo of Sarah.  Channelling her inner Irish dancer?m

 Bonfires always involve beer and here is the master of the house caught red-handed.

No matter where Mariana stood she somehow managed to find herself exactly downwind from the smoke.  Poor little girl.  She was also one week into her toilet-training regime and so the evening drew to an abrupt close when we realised that she was quite wet and soiled.  Three weeks on and she is completely diaper-free and we have nine blessed weeks until we are back in diapers, albeit much smaller ones. 

 The May long weekend brought lovely summer weather and a trip to Dave's mother's grave to say a decade of the rosary along with Dave's dad, sister, twin nieces and in-laws.  We finished up the night with a spaghetti supper at the farm.  This photo also marks the first photo of me pregnant with this eighth baby.  I am 28 weeks pregnant in this photo and using the gravestone behind me as support.  If I did hashtags, I would write #pregnantat40.

And here are the kids along with their twin cousins, Clara and Chelsea.  It was actually May 20th when we took this photo and, if you look closely on the gravestone, that is the day that Dave's parents were wed 46 years before.  Two children and ten grandchildren later - I'd say they have left quite a legacy.