Firestation trip

Here is the start of my massive catch up. I am going to start with the most recent, and then try to stay current and throw in some older stuff now and again. One of my "New Decade Resolutions" (I turned 30 last month) is to keep up on this stuff so my kids have some record of their childhood. As a mother of young ones, memory is a gift of leisure that I have not received much of. So this is it.

Anyway, last week Tyse's preschool class went up to the firestation by the airport for a field trip. It was really great- and it was a double bonus to be able to be right there by the runways and watch the planes come and go. We got the standard tour complete with trying on the gear, spraying the water, hanging out in the truck, and ended with the firemen getting called out, which the kids thought was the greatest... watching newfound heroes drive away on a gigantic loud truck with sirens and lights and everything- even better than a superhero!

The little ones loved it just as much as tyse did and were pretty great to stay in the stroller and watch.

Afterward, we went back outside and watched the planes and helicopters come and go, and while we were all standing there one of the helicopter pilots came over and talked to the kids for a little bit about helicopters and pilots (OK, basically just said that real men fly helicopters...?) and then took off in a copter so the kids could watch and looped around for a final wave before he took off into the sky. It was like 2 field trips in one! We really had a great time!