I took the kiddos to the fire station. The one down the street that was first on the scene the night of our fire. We brought them a box of donuts and a 'Thank you for saving our house!' poster-card.
I had called to set this up and made sure we got the crew that was actually on the scene. So these guys knew our situation, remembered our house ("Your garden is SO pretty!" "...Was so pretty."). I had also let them know beforehand that the boys were still pretty freaked out by the situation.
The guys were SO cool about that, talking to them about how fire is all around us all the time, we just need to not mess with it and then we don't have to worry.
We took a tour of the station, and let me tell you, you've never had a fire station tour until you've had one where they say stuff like 'at your house we used this hose'. They made everything really applicable and personal.
We're so grateful for these guys and it was good to shake their hands (a few of the MANY on the scene that night) and say thank you. Because it could have been SO much worse and we're grateful that our house was not damaged more.
The tricky part about making the boys feel secure about this whole situation is that we've had this horrible rash of fires around here. And they see them. The day we went to the fire house a HUGE fire broke out nearby and we saw it while driving by. We were sure thinking of 'our' firefighters, who were most likely there fighting it. The next week we saw another HUGE one. The kids have seen first hand at least 3 HUGE fires since our fire. So I'm not sure they're believing me that having your house catch fire is a rare thing. Monkey asked me "Didn't you and Dad have a fire at your house when you guys were little kids?" He thinks it's normal. It's hard to explain how rare it really is, when it's so huge to him and he keeps seeing them.