Put the Fire Out - With Pancakes!

"Good morning, how may we be of assistance?"
Oh, then I woke up and went to the real Fireman's Pancake Breakfast!

Hubby's Department held their annual pancake pig-out this morning. Being the good wifey that I am, I dragged my tired behind out of bed on a potentially lazy Saturday morning, kids, Kitchenaid (which they didn't end up needing), and all. I was somehow able to con my Dad in to accompanying us again this year. It is becoming quite a tradition with us now and I am forever indebted to him for helping out with the wrangling of the kiddos!

Funny thing is though, no matter now much free product and toys my kids receive from the PR people at these events, they still want MORE! They got glider airplanes of at least two varieties apiece, stickers, stress balls, hats and bouncy balls, pencils and still, we begged for more during a quick trip to the market for dinner essentials! "Come on Mom, can't I get a cool skull tattoo from the machine?"

They boys DID utilize their wonderful imaginations for an entire hour playing "firefighter" on the backyard play structure after their morning of inspiration. I wish this could happen every time we visit Daddy at work!

McRae donned rubber boots (yellow, of course), winter ski parka (it was sunny today), gloves, firehat and ropes of various lengths complete with carabeeners (what ensemble would be complete without those?). He and Wyatt lassoed the slide and tire swing with such force that I thought an eye would surely be falling out any moment. They ran around the yard attacking imaginary burning buildings and constructed a pretty good fort with the BBQ, yard recycler and picnic table. They played their hearts out and tumbled swiftly into bed without so much as a cross word or a "he's breathing too loud, I can't sleep".

Goodnight, you crazy fireboys!