Friday, January 18, 2008
My Son, Master of the Fire
B and K were away at Eight Days of Hope over the New Year, and the twins and I were at home with no particular plans. I tried to make it special with a couple of fun activities. We went to see "Alvin and the Chipmunks", which I don't really recommend, and we went to our new Chili's for a good supper (very poor service though--I'm hoping it was because they are new). It was extremely cold that night, so we came home, played the DVD version of "Are You Smarter Than a Fifth Grader?" for a couple hours, drank sparkling grape juice to toast the East coast New Year, and A. built his first fire in the fireplace. You could just tell he felt so manly carrying in the wood, setting it up, and getting it going. He was pretty proud, and it was a great fire:
(Right after he lit it)After a few moments, when the fire was going really good, I said, "Do you smell smoke?" The kids said they didn't so I thought it must be my imagination. I didn't see any so I blew it off. A few minutes later, though, found A. doing this: Yes, he would be fanning the smoke alarm because the NOISE--it was killing our ear drums. We had forgotten to open the damper so the room was slowly filling with smoke. We sat for the next 20 minutes shivering with the windows and doors open to get all the smoke out. I also had a nice thin layer of ash on my furniture. We really had a good laugh about it though, and had to call daddy to tell him what had happened. His first fire was definitely memorable.