This weekend was BBQ Days, complete with the Firefighter's Pancake Breakfast, parade and fireworks. The day starts at 4:15am when the firefighters race the trucks around town, sirens screeching and air horns blaring, a subtle reminder that the breakfast starts at 5:00am. But really, it's Saturday morning . Who isn't already up at 4:15 am?
So, sirens are wailing, dogs are barking and kids are crying...who's ready for pancakes?
I finally get everyone back to sleep and we wake up again at 8:00am, which is a much more reasonable time. It takes more than pancakes and eggs to get me up that early. If I have to get up before the dawn to catch a plane to some exotic beach locale, I'm all for it. But for hash browns? Nope.
We did however, make it down to the fire station in time to join the parade.
Every year we ride in a fire truck with my husband and usually a few cousins. I've never actually seen it, because I'm always in it. Although, I hear it's a good one. It's one of the high points of Nick's year. He yells out the windows and waves at everyone. About half way through, Sam freaked out and decided to start screaming and crying for the remaining time. He also wanted to nurse and kept pulling my shirt. He must have known that nursing him was exactly what I wanted to do, while in the front seat of a fire truck, in a parade.
The best part of the parade, is, of course, the water fight between the trucks. The entire crowd on Main runs into the road to get sprayed.
After the parade we head home where we had a rare family nap, where everyone, even the dog, falls asleep. Then on to the fireworks! The firefighters are stationed in the "fall out zone" in case of fire, so we had good seats, minus the threat of sparks, flames and singed hair. The "fy wooks" (as Sam says) were spectacular, but Sam found them "scawy" and screamed "NO" every time he heard a boom. So, we watched from the inside of the truck.