Fire Station Visit

While we were visiting my mom this weekend, we made a stop at the Fire Station where my stepdad works as a volunteer. I am probably not getting this all right, but I think he works with the EMTs on a First Responder unit. Anyhow, the kids were VERY impressed. They especially loved the job of keeping the coolers full of ice! The big fire truck was out on a call, but they got to tour the station, the HAZMAT truck, and the First Responder Ambulance Unit. I think B'Pa was pretty proud to show the boys what he does! They are pretty proud of him too! Tons of pictures to come, but I just have a minute for one or two tonight...

A silly Davis story too...on the LONG way home (why does the trip home always go by so slowly? and why is there ALWAYS so much traffic in Atlanta, even on a late Sunday afternoon???) Davis asked about every 10 minutes "how much longer?" Finally, he changed it up a bit..."are we in the part of the earth where "B" lives, or the part of the earth where we live?" I told him probably in the middle, as we were half way home. Then he wanted to know "How long does it take to get out of the middle?" I couldn't help but laugh, knowing all he, and I, really wanted to know was how long until we were all home and could get out of this car!