We Didn't Start The Fire

Ry's week-long birthday celebration came to a dramatic close on Saturday afternoon. A friend told us that a fire station near our house hosts birthday parties. For a small donation, you have the run of the place. The kids climb on the fire trucks, they get a ride around the block, shoot the fire hoses...the works.

Seemed like a good idea at the time...we invited a few cousins and friends from school and were ready to partay. The kids were knocking the first thing off the list - climbing on the firetrucks - when a really loud announcement came over the loudspeaker. And with that, the fireman came up to me and said "Soooo...we have to go." And they all climbed onto the truck and off they went, leaving us alone in their fire station.

The good news was it wasn't anything big and they were back in about 20 minutes. We breathed a sigh of relief and it was time to paaaaaaarty!


First we got a tour of the station...the big hit was the fireman sliding down the pole.

Next he gave a fire safety talk...he got decked out in all of his equipment to show the kids that it wasn't scary.

Then they all piled into the firetruck and went for a ride around the block. Ry got to sit in the front which he got a big kick out of. When they got back they busted out the firehouse and all the kids got a turn going at it.

Next stop...April 27th...Cole will be turning 2!!