March 1 was K's birthday party. The advantages of having his party before his birthday were that 1) B. was off of work 2) our family could come 3) most importantly, the firehouse let us have the party there (I love this small town!!!) The disadvantages 1) he already had his presents before his big day 2) he was really confused about his age.
My poor boy didn't know how to answer the question, "How old are you?" He started saying that he was 3 about 2 weeks before his birthday. Me, not wanting to rush things, kept telling him that he was still 2. So, at his party, his answer was, "Mommy tell me when I'm 3."
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| My favorite picture of the little fireman |
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| This rivals it and I couldn't pick just one |
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| K. with the other birthday boy... What handsome firemen |
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| Aunt Emily made the best birthday cake |
The firehouse was an amazing place for the party. We gave them a donation and they let us have a huge room upstairs for lunch, running around, cake, and presents.
We asked if we could come down and see the trucks... They went so far above and beyond to give us a demonstration of the gear, climb through the trucks, experiment with the gear, and then listen to the sirens (with a closed door, maybe not the best idea)
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| Firemen showing off a camera that sees in the dark. Each kid, however, picked up the green clipboard and were amazed. So, weird. |
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| The little birthday boys also share a birthday week with this guy. Welcome to small town America, we give camo for gifts! |
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