Adventures

Yesterday Ree's preschool took a field trip to the main fire station in town, and we took the whole family on this adventure.  Ree seemed to like it, but she was her usual shy self and didn't want to climb on the fire truck or jump on the giant beanbag chairs in the firefighters' lounge with the other kids.  She was content to sit back and observe.  Michael wanted to be in the middle of everything.  He wanted to touch everything and climb on everything and enthusiastically responded when Fireman Mike wanted to give him a high five because they had the same name.  Leon wanted to climb on the fire truck, but as soon as he got up on the chair in the front of the truck and realized he was about six feet in the air, he froze, and he was pretty content to ride in the stroller the rest of the day.  And in case you were wondering, Natalia spent the tour in the sling rooting, not understanding why I would deny her food when we were outside and it was in the 50s and windy.

On our way home from this epic adventure, we stopped at the grocery store to pick up fried chicken for lunch as a special treat.  We, of course, stopped to get every sample in the store, and the kids nibbled on apples, strawberries, cheese, ham, blueberry pound cake and cookies.

It was an epic day.  As I was tucking the boys in last night, we talked about the day.  The highlight, or at least the only part they would discuss, was when Mommy got them cookies at the grocery store.  That is usually Daddy's job and the change was just crazy.