We went to the fire station for our weekly play group. It was the same station we went to last year and they were so nice. They spent about 20 minutes talking to the moms about all the details of what they do and all the gadgets they have around. Obviously our little 2- and 3-year-olds didn't really know what they were talking about, but it was nice for us to learn a little something. Well, this year, they were very abrupt and listed a couple things to keep the kids away from and herded us down to the fire trucks. I guess it turned out to be a good thing for the kids because they barely got to play for about five minutes when they got a call and had to head out...so we went to the park nearby.
Thank goodness the weather was nice. Just like last fall, I'm amazed at how advanced he has become. (We don't really go to parks in the summer here. Heat stroke is not really on my top ten list of life experiences I want to have.) He climbed up the "big boy" stuff so well.
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Kristin - my grandmother was a Tice from South Alabama, Geneva area. We are probably related somehow. Thanks for the comment.
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