When I grow up...

Levi turned 3 yesterday, but his birthday party was on Saturday. What little boy doesn't want to grow up to be a firefighter? His daddy sure did when he was Levi's age.

Christa, as usual, did an amazing job of decorating the table:

And then look what rolled up in front of the house!

There are only four of these hook and ladder trucks in the Fresno area, and one station house is practically around the corner.

Levi and Aaron sitting in the firetruck (did I mention that the fathers were definitely more nearly as excited as the kids for the truck to arrive?)

Nearly a year ago, when we had the fire at our rental house, I floated the theory that it may be an actual job description for firefighters to be nice-looking guys. (Theory confirmed...)

Before they took off, they turned on the lights, (very) briefly turned on the siren, and honked the horn. Such a fun party.

And our gift to Levi didn't cost us a penny this year. We saved all of Aaron's Tonka toys that we gave him when he turned 3. They now belong to Levi.

What we hadn't quite counted on was that the boxes we used to store the four Tonkas would be as big a hit as what was inside...