Ryan has developed a love for firetrucks. It started earlier this summer with a new pair of pajamas, and has grown like crazy since then. If he had it his way, "Woo-Woo!" pj's would be worn every night, though sadly this firetruck pair will have to be tucked away soon as nights grow cooler and Ryan's belly grows bigger.Whenever we see a firetruck out and about, Ryan gets very excited, screaming "Woo! Woo!" at the top of his lungs. He remembers and can replay for you every encounter with a fire truck - from the one that he saw with "Uncle" (Andrew) in Tahoe to the many that blaze by our favorite bagel shop (favorite because it's right down the street from the fire station) during Sunday breakfast. Lucie's a great sport through all the big truck excitement - like a good, supportive sister, she manages to let out a mildly enthusiastic "Woo! Woo!" between bites of bagel and cream cheese. (Lucie's love for cream cheese probably parallels Ryan's love for firetrucks, but that's another post all together...)
Chris and I always have mixed feelings when we hear blaring sirens - it's a blast to see Ryan's pure glee, yet we also know trucks don't come tearing down the road for happy occasions. Thankfully we figured out what time the local fire station does its grocery shopping, and have been able to time some non-emergency visits with the trucks. Now whenever we pass the grocery store, Ryan calls out wistfully, "Woo-Woo?" A little boy and his big red truck - has there ever been a deeper love?
