Firefighters are the bomb part deux
So, we were due.
Firefighter Larry (as Claire calls him) texted me asking if the kids would be able to come by for another visit. Well, duh, of course we would.
I don’t know about you, but fire stations make my kids feel the need to dance.
There’s nothing like an ambulance and a fire truck to remind Luca why he totes his step stool everywhere he goes.
For the record, both Claire and Luca can pick an ambulance out no matter the situation. Same goes for police cars – which I’ve found to be a very good thing, especially if I’m having a case of lead foot.
Of course, fire halls mean bars. So why wouldn’t I stick Mae on the bar and take photos? I’m only human.
Sorry, buddy. Don’t think you’re getting served today.
Apparently it’s hilarious to try to lock everyone out of the fire car. Too bad the window was down, Duc.
That – is a large piece of machinery.
Claire says: “Best birthday week ever.”
What’s a visit to the fire station without trying on the fire gear?
Best part about it all?
It totally made her lean to the side.
“I’m a real fire fighter, now, Mama!”
Thank you to all of those who volunteer to make our lives safer. I have nothing but mad respect for all fire fighters, police officers, EMTs and Paramedics. With out y’all…well, I don’t want to know where we’d be.