When the day started, I thought this was going to be the post of the day:
What do 80 and 104 look like? Well, it's a little if they are the amount of calories in a really yummy something. A lot if it involves the entertainment for 2 children while Mom is in the other room. Thank goodness for Gallon Storage Baggies that gathered up all the 80 wipes that Addison emptied out, and we got all 104 diapers back in the box.
But then, I had an event that TRUMPED that post...
When was the last time you had Fire Truck come to YOUR house? For us, it was Wednesday night at 7:45! We'd been wanting to take Carter to the fire station, but now they were coming to us!!! It was amazing!


We were telling Carter that the firefighters were going to come to our house with their truck and he was so excited! He ran to get his toy fire truck and waited with baited breath. As soon as he saw their lights coming towards our house, he immediately sounded his own siren and turned on
his truck's lights.

As the heroes entered our house, Carter invited them to see his truck and his firetruck blanket; he started searching for all his firetruck books, and he was wearing firetruck pajamas--so was Addison--we seemed like an obsessed family! One fireman offered Carter his coat (which smelled like REAL fire) but he turned it down...Out comes the 3 year old in Steve who didn't shy away at all to ask if
he could wear it!


Carter sure thought the walkie-talkie was cool! It was really working and he could hear dispatches the whole time!

Getting the fire dept to make a house visit isn't just for kicks and giggles of our kids. No, we actually did call 911 because as we were putting our kids to bed, Steve and I were smelling the most peculiar smell, like something was burning. We searched the house, all outlets unplugged, all light switches and walls felt cool, no clothes were over vents--esp since they are all on the ceiling--we were baffled, but the smell was getting stronger and stronger, and we could not ignore it. So, we enlisted the help of the professionals, and they determined it must be a probelm with our heater and the smell was traveling through the vents.

Later, Steve found this:

No, it's not a dirty diaper. It's a diaper that must have fallen casualty as Carter and Addison were throwing 104 diapers over our balcony railing to the entryway below.
So where I once thought my two posts were unrelated, as it turns out, they were both quite relevant to post!
P.S. Our heater is fine.