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52 Weeks of Brotherhood: And Two More Weeks

First Day at the Beach

First off, our beach vacation was just right.

We relaxed, did too much, ate all the food, over-oceaned, shopped local, shark-spotted, slept in, got up early, ran, read books, played games, dug holes, boogie-boarded, napped, jumped waves, got knocked over, saw family, and generally enjoyed a week of just us. The boys spent most of their time together, with a cousin, and/or with a beach friend. I, obviously, didn’t crack open my computer once last week making it the best vacation ever.

I took this photo because I take this photo every year. The first day at the beach, the first trip down the boardwalk to the water. They ended up getting soaked despite ensuring me that we were just out for a “walk.” Yeah, yeah. But my, how they’ve grown.

Oh, and no one puked in any vehicle or house the entire trip. Not even me!


New Sutphen Fire Truck

The fire department got their new Sutphen ladder truck when we got home on Monday. So of course we had to test it out.

The boys agree: It’s amazing.

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52 Weeks of Brotherhood, Week 32

Hooray for fire trucks!

52 Weeks of Brotherhood, Week 32

52 Weeks of Brotherhood, Week 32

“Boys, climb up on the front of the fire truck so I can take a picture.”

If they’ve heard that sentence once, they’ve heard it a billion and twelve times in their relatively short lives. The front of the truck, the back of the truck, sit in the seat, lean out the window, smile, look serious, sit still, move around, do this, don’t do that, can’t you read the signs — all fire trucks, all the time.

Photos of every age and stage, every haircut, favorite shirts, Sunday best dressed, costumes, t-ball uniforms, field trips and on and on have been captured in front of, behind and beside these fire trucks. We’ve brought friends and family with us from time to time, taking their pictures too.

I look through the massive amounts of photos and remember the time that Munchkin and JD came to visit, and two boys and a little girl with massive amounts of curls sat together, sibling on the front of a fire engine. I remember posing LittleBrother with his daddy’s fire helmet on the front of the truck, clad in nothing but a Goodmama diaper. I remember when they learned they could make the bell ring — loudly. I remember yelling, “STOP RINGING THE BELL.” I remember when they realized that the firefighter wash the trucks at 6:00 every evening. “Can we go help wash trucks tonight?” I remember when I used to have to help them climb up on the back (lower) and in the doors (a bit higher) and on the front of the fire truck (the highest).

“I think I can climb up here by myself now!” I watched as LittleBrother hoisted a leg up on the shiny silver front, pulling his body weight up and over and sat, staring at me with that smile on his face. I snapped the picture, and marked it as one to remember, like I’ve done before. The one where I realized he needs me even less.

I will never tire of taking photos of brothers at the fire station, but oh, my heart as I look back on how they’ve grown. So fast. Too fast.