In April we visited the Wellesley Fire Station #1 (or #2, whichever is on Rt 9). At this point in his life, Cedric loved fire trucks. "Wee-woo, wee-woo" is what he called them. Still does, though he can say "fire truck" now.
Here he is apprehensively walking up to the big truck, not sure if he really wants to be there or not.
Now Cedric is realizing that the truck is big and scary and starts doing his classic "all done" wave while trying to jump to daddy's arms.
And here is Cedric trying to climb out of Bob's arms because they are still too close to the truck.
Silly boy, don't you know that your favorite toys are firetrucks? And your favorite shirt has one on it? Things got a bit better when he sat in the driver's seat. But he still wasn't happy.
I almost got a good picture of us but right when Bob was taking it a firefighter told us to move because they had to respond to a call. Silly firemen responding to an emergency. I'm trying to make memories over here!
Cedric's favorite part of the open house was the Hummer and the old-timey emergency bell. Oh well, at least he liked something.
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