So, this morning I dragged myself out of bed after 4 hours of sleep so that I could take Natalie to the ward playgroup. We haven't made it to the playgroup in months, and that was when I wasn't working until 3 a.m., so I am very proud of myself as a parent for bucking up so she could go.
I knew I had to take her when I found out what we were doing... we toured one of the many local fire stations. Natalie is in love with firetrucks, really any big truck, but firetrucks are big and red and noisy so they are even better. Needless to say we had a great time.
Nat got to watch one of the firemen put on all his gear, take a tour of the truck -inside and out, and spray water from a hose. She was being very sweet and pretending to be shy, she was 1 of the only 2 girls there. It was cool also because they got a call while we were there so the kids were able to see the truck drive away lights flashing and siren going. On the way home we actually saw the truck at the side of the road at the scene of an accident(not a bad one-thank goodness).
I could tell she was taken with the fireman-I mean she let him pick her up and help her down out of the truck, and she never even looks at strangers let alone let them TOUCH HER-so I made sure to get a picture.
Natalie and Firefighter Gaver