New York's Finest

One of the mom's from Ellie's weekly playgroup at church arranged for the firefighters to visit us.  It was so very exciting!  Seriously, some of the kids were so pumped they were levitating.

You know how every year it seems the rules change about how to introduce babies to food, or whether pacifiers are acceptable or not?  Every few year the pendulum of parenting culture swings back and forth on such issues breastfeeding, co-sleeping, spanking, etc etc etc.

Well, I find it so comforting to know that some things never change.


Stop.  Drop. and Roll.  Still the best thing to do if you're on fire.
Firefighters are still teaching kids not to hide under the bed - 'cause it makes them hard to find.
Kids are always thrilled to climb aboard the truck and see all the bells and whistles.
And stay at home moms are still excited by the prospect of spending the afternoon with New York's finest.

I didn't photograph any of the super handsome ones for fear of being too obvious.  But suffice it to say, everyone was happy to meet the heroes that day.  (If you catch my backdraft) I am well aware of how terrible that pun is - I just couldn't help it.

Don't mind Ellie's face - she was scared of falling through the grate.

Thanks FDNY, for being so handsome.

For being so nice to the kids.

For convincing Joe to go out for the volunteer fire department some day.

And for coming to my apartment a few days later when I thought I smelled gas.

Joe, I swear - there was a smell!