I Scream, You Scream...

...for S'mores. Okay, so there isn't a rhyme for s'mores and I didn't want to think of one. So there.

When we were looking for a house to purchase last summer, a fireplace was not even on my list of requirements. I still feel like having a fireplace, that doesn't warm the entire house, is a waste of wall space and limits my choices for furniture placement. But, I'm liking the ambiance it creates on a cold winter day and that Mason can make s'mores any time we have graham crackers, chocolate and marshmallows.

I find that, on evenings as cold as it has been, I am disappointed to come home and not find a fire in the fireplace. Who would have thought? Plus, I enjoy the smile on Mason's face when he discovers a package of chocolate bars in the pantry.