Mmmm...S'mores (minus the marshmallows, graham crackers and campfire)

I should be eating S'mores tonight around a campfire as part of what would have been our third (and finally rain-free!) family camping trip. Alas, we had to cancel the reservations in order to spend the weekend painting and packing and getting ready for next weekend's move.

So instead I'm munching on the giant Special Dark bar I'd bought for said S'mores, and perusing pics of the last time I ate them -- July 4th, at my sister's house after a cookout. It was our last night of vacation, and a perfect way to end our New York trip. A few outtakes....


This photo screams "LAST NIGHT OF VACATION" to me. Could we look any more tired?


My "super" nephew, Zayvius, flexing his super muscles. (You can barely see the cape tied around his neck, but trust me, it's there. It's always there.)


Kostyn and his cousin Cora. They adore each other, if you can't tell.


Self-portrait with my sister's little ones. Oh how I miss those two.


The quintessential photo of my folks. Seriously. The Vietnam Veteran hat, the flowery jean shirt/jacket my mom's rockin', a book on her lap (I'll bet my dad had his book somewhere nearby as well) ... it's just perfect.


Evan with my little sister, The Baby Whisperer. Every time he was fussy she'd wave me over and take him into her arms, depositing him back into my arms several minutes later, peacefully asleep. She should teach a class or something.