Fire Station 14

The big excitement this week was the trip we made to have our very own tour (with some fellow St. Elizabeth's moms and kids) of Fire Station 14 -- where, you might remember, Cody once met Firefighter Alex. Well, this time, he met Firefighter Chris, and he was quite possibly the happiest kid there. ("Hello Mr. Firefighter! My name is Cody! What's your name? Thank you for letting me come to your fire station! That was so kind of you!" and "My sister accidentally broke her hat! Would you mind giving me an extra hat? Thank you so much!")

Cordelia's a fan of fire engines. A future in pyrotechnics is well within the realm of possibilities. She spent the whole of the excursion shrieking, "TRUCK! O-KAY!" and making siren sounds. She loved her hat, even after she had broken it. By ripping it apart with her bare hands.

The two best moments, though, are classic Cody. First, we got to tour the firefighters' "very own kitchen." Most of the kids were unimpressed and keen to move on to the ambulance bay. You know, because they are normal. Cody, however, was fascinated, and took his time, asking Chris lots of questions. I had stopped watching when suddenly he sprinted across the kitchen and said, "Mom! You will never believe it! The firefighters have a Bissell canister vacuum! AND, a MIXER!"

Next came a peek the ambulance bay.

It was kind of a tight fit, and there were lots of small people. I lost track of Cody, and called out, "Cody...where are you, buddy?" One of the other moms peeked into the back of the ambulance and shouted, "He's on the gurney!"

Of course he was.

"Here Cordelia-birdie! I got you a replacement hat! Please do not rip this one apart, Birdie."

They drive me bonkers, a lot of the time. But boy, do I love my children.