Happiness is...

They call me the fireman...

SOME mothers must love their kids more and, therefore, plan super cool specialized parties. (Other mothers throw a party in a park for ALL the children on the same day and convince the kids it is so fun to share their birthday with all their siblings)

Well, we attended a fireman/truck themed party for (one more loved child) that kicked off at the fire station. As you can guess, BIG HIT with the young kiddos.

Wyatt scans the horizon for the telltale sign of smoke.

Yup. They let him squirt the hose. 

Sorry for the bad news but it's all down hill from here from now on son.

Sara: Haha! Look at me putting on all the gear.

Sara: Haha! Look at me about to pass out from the weight of the uniform. 

BTW I see you smirking behind me smug fireman. I'd like to see you give birth. 

Smirk that!

There is no fire too hot, not building too tall, no helmet to big for... FIREMAN WYATT!

After the station, we convened back at the party house where my shame circle was complete after observing the coordinating food and decor. My initial pride at having put on makeup and taken a FULL shower that morning was squashed. Good thing Wyatt had a great time with his buddy Atticus (who he insisted on sitting next to.) Great job Supermom Sara!