Or shall I say, FFFREEEEE! Haven't gotten the "t-h" sound quite yet. :)
Our little fire engine lovin' girl had her own little fire engine lovin' birthday party. She pretty much had the run of the place and had TWO fire trucks from which to choose to sit on.
We live right down the road from our local fire station and for over a year now Lael has had quite an obsession with seeing those trucks come in and leave the station. It's like the highlight of our outing on a typical day if we get to see one of the trucks pulling out with its lights and sirens on. Like, scare the pants off of you squeals coming from the back seat. Outta control.
So, this year we decided that it was only appropriate for her to treat her little friends to a tour of the place and get a chance to sit on a real live truck!
Lots of cute little friends came to celebrate...
Firemen are just nice people. I have yet to meet a rude one. They always seem so enthusiastic about their job and they always happily acknowledge Lael anytime we see them and she is waving so hard that her arm is about to fall off. Just all around nice guys.
Now that I think about it, maybe it's not the trucks Lael has always been so excited about...
Anywho, the guys gave us the rundown on how all of their equipment and clothing work.
AND they came down the pole!
Here's our attempt at a group picture:
And let the record show that Lael was NOT good at being the center of attention. I had to document this so I can show it to her one day.
I give you the
"What? This is like, no big deal. What are we even doing here and why are you taking my picture? Huh? Oh. It's my birthday? Yeah. I know. Whatev. I like, sit on the front of firetrucks every day."
And now I give you the
"I really, really don't wanna smile. Whatever you do don't smile. This is all pretty awesome and it's MY birthday, but I can't act like I care. Oh no, I'm starting to smile. Dang it."
Our next stop was Firehouse Subs which so conveniently happens to be right across the street from the fire station. The firemen literally stopped traffic for all of us to walk cross the road. :)
Forgive me for the "random pictures of kids eating" photos. It's all about the documentation.
I made these little "match sticks" with pretzels and red candy melts.
For the party favors I made firetruck sugar cookies.
Now, commence the gift opening!
So thankful for my family ...
for my smokin' hot burnin' love...
and for my newly three year old little girl who,
from the moment I laid eyes on her, set my heart on fire.