Well of Life: The Fire Truck At Our House

And the great thing was that our house was not on fire! No! The truck came to entertain us! Grandma Candace works at a school, and each year they have an auction to raise money. The man who owns this fire truck donates 2 parties, and Grandma Candace and Grandpa Jim bid on and won one of them! Yay Grandma and Grandpa!!

This was no ordinary fire truck party either……..well, wait. I’m getting ahead of myself here. Maybe we need to go back to the beginning of the day. Here are Eric and Charlotte waiting for the fire truck to come. I had booted them out of the house because they were driving me nuts with their whining-at-the-speed-of-light (e.g., “I’m so bored”; “When’s the fire truck going to get here?”; “What time does the party start?”; “What time is it now?”; “I’m bored”……”OUTSIDE WITH YA!”)

So the two of them set up camp at the end of the driveway on a stake out for a fire truck:

And then Eric thinks he sees something . . .

But no. Not yet. Donny, the “Fireman”, arrived just a few minutes before the appointed time bringing with him a couple of our guests who managed to hitch hike a ride on their way over to the party! Too funny!! They are the nicest couple and their son is so adorable! Here they are having some snacks:

The kids climbed all over the fire truck, ran all over the yard playing tag, then managed to find the three 5 gallon buckets filled with water balloons that Mike spent all morning filling. It took him at least 2 hours, plus enlisting the help of our neighbor, to get the job done. There were about 300 balloons all told, and they were gone in about 7 minutes. There’s humor in that somewhere….maybe it was when the party was over and he got out the shop vac to suck up all the little itty bitty balloon parts from the driveway and yard? Anyway, we got the kids fed, and I managed to catch a cute shot of Charlotte and one of her best friends from preschool (we’re so sad you’ll be going to a new school this fall! Charlotte will miss you!!):

The parents all helped round up the kids so I could do some individual shots of each on the front of the fire truck. Here are my two kiddos:

Now it was time to get WET. Donny (the fire man) got out these canisters filled with water. Debbie got suckered into “helping out”. At the time, she didn’t think it had to do with target practice. Shame on you, Donny!

Once the kids were taught how to work the things, mayhem broke out (click on them to see the detail):

Mike must have had a big bulls-eye target on him or something because he was soaked to the bone. At least the weather was sunny and hot for these kind of shenanigans.