There were a lot of activities for the kids: A "smoke trailer" where you learn what to do in case of a fire in your home, coloring and table top activities, and putting out real and imaginary fires with a fire extinguisher and hose. Tours of the fire station were also available. The real attraction, though, were the fire trucks and the ambulances.
While Hubby and the girls were in the smoke trailer, Buddy and I walked around and looked at the fire trucks. He calls them all "fire peace" (fire police), no matter if it is a police car, or an ambulance, or a fire truck. When we told him we were going to see the fire trucks, his eyes lit up and he said "Me dive?" and "mimed" driving a car. He was excited, but when faced with the option to climb into the fire truck, he became shy and didn't want to do it... that is, until his sisters showed up.
As soon as the three of them were back together, he came out of his shell and the three of them climbed right on up into the trucks and the ambulances.
All the fire department personnel were so nice and patient with the kids. It was really a good time.
I think the thing that tickled me the most was when the girls put out the pretend fires with real fire hoses. There were wooden cut outs of the front of a house with "flames" in the windows and on the top of the house. The "flames" were attached with hinges, so that when they were hit with water, the "flames" would "go out."
Punkin and Sweet Pea both donned the little firemen jackets and went to work "putting out the fire." Buddy didn't want to do it, but he watched his sisters.
Seeing Sweet Pea dressed in the little fireman jacket and helmet cracked me up.
On Sunday, we spent the afternoon over at my MIL's house with my BIL and his wife and daughter. The kids played and the adults chatted. Hubby and his Brother tossed a football back and forth before we all ate lunch. It was a nice, laid back kind of afternoon.
As we were leaving, Hubby, his brother and the four kids all got into an impromptu game of football. Hubby had the ball and was being chased by our eight-year old and three little munchkins all over the front yard.
Hubby may have longer stride and age on his side, but the kids outnumbered him. He never even had a chance.