Sunday evening we (along with our next door neighbors) hosted the neighborhood block party in our front yards. The girls referred to it as the 'picnic' and it was all they could talk about for 24 hours. Part of the excitement (
sarcasm) of hosting/planning the shindig is you get the barricades dropped off at your curb. Our little gymnasts were only too pumped to get their balance beam on.
Fast forward to the 'picnic' and the arrival of the firetruck.
Always a fan favorite except for the fact that 75% of the young kids were scared out of their minds and didn't want to climb in. Ryan was happy getting stickers...
and playing on the back of the truck with her buddies.
I was finally able to coerce Reese away from her boytoy Timmy...
and into the drivers seat of the firetruck
After all the other kids had bored of the truck, one little lady was still standing....charming the firemen with her crazy personality
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