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the station 8 b shift guys who helped me deliver charlie
for 12 days now - do the math, that's as long as charlie has existed on this planet! - i've been meaning to bake cookies and bring them over to the fire station for the guys who came and got me and helped me delivery charlie. there's this weird fog, though, around the first two weeks or so after having a baby, and since that's just finally clearing, grammie and john and charlie and i headed over there to mckinney fire department station eight this afternoon.

i knew it would be cool to see these guys again, but it was even cooler than i expected. they were SO amazingly indulgent of john, giving him the tour of the station and letting him see, touch, ring bells, check out flashing lights, and generally explore the whole engine and ambulance. they each took turns holding charlie, and they were so genuinely excited to have been a part of that crazy day for our family. 

it is really very cool to know that our first responders around here are not only proficient, compassionate, and helpful, but also just very nice, family-oriented guys, who shared stories of their own children and told me that charlie's got a batch of uncles over at the fire station who would love to stay in touch.

what an awesome afternoon ... makes me grateful all over again that i had their support back on october 10, and makes you feel good to know that your local fire crew is so cool.

(maybe tomorrow i'll post of john's temp tattoo that is probably his highlight of his life - all evening he kept telling me, "it was like a sticker, mommy, but now it's not a sticker, it's a tattoo!")

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