Fire Truck Parade

Apparently its fire safety week(?), here at Dyess Air Force Base. Sunday morning was the kickoff of the awareness, with a fire truck parade through housing. At 10:00 we zipped up our hoodies (it was cold and rainy, perfect fall weather) and set ourselves up on our comfy striped patio furniture, just waiting for the sirens and flashing lights to round the corner and start down our street.


Eleanore was literally jumping up and down, her legs and arms flailing everywhere. She twirled herself around in circles and yelled "fire trucks, fire trucks, yippee, yippee!" at the top of her lungs. She loved it. I spent more time laughing with her, than I did watching the actual parade.

There were 3 fire trucks, a police car, an ATV with Sparky the fire dog sitting in the back, and the fire chief's vehicle. They threw candy, Tootsie Rolls mostly (which are gluten free, yay), just like they would in a public parade, and everyone was smiling and waving. It was all very cheery-like. I had called the next door neighbor to make sure that her and her daughter (Elie's best friend) didn't miss it, and we had knocked on the door across the street to make sure that they didn't miss out either, but they weren't home.


Charlie wasn't quite as over the top about the whole thing as his sister was, but he quietly liked it. Or... at least I think he did? It was past his nap time, and he kind of just sat back, silently observing, the way that he always does. His personality is so different from Eleanore's, sometimes I wonder if they're really related.

The parade was over in just a few minutes, but we sat outside enjoying the cool weather for a little while longer, giving Eleanore enough time to get the silly's out and visit with her friend until I couldn't feel my toes anymore. After we went inside, Elie sat at the kitchen table with her pile of chocolate Tootsie Rolls lying in front of her, shoving them into her mouth two at a time, against Christopher's wishes. "Aw come on Dad, she doesn't get handfuls of candy thrown at her by strangers every day, let her have at it", I begged him in her defense.

Really, how often do you have your own private parade of fire trucks hanging out in front of your house on a Sunday morning? It was pretty fun. Way more fun than sleeping in.

Ok maybe not that fun, haha.