We took a little impromptu trip to the lake on Sunday after church.
We went home and changed our clothes, got our fishing poles and some crickets & minnows and headed to the lake.
I'm pretty sure this should go on a Bass Pro ad.
He could be their new spokesman!
Daddy taught The Boy how to bait a hook.
We put a real hook on his little pole {against my reqest}.
Daddy insisted he needed to learn.
So. We threw out our hook and waited. and waited. and waited.
About the time we'd see our bobber go under, we'd reel it in,
only to find our crickts or minnows GONE!
These little fish were tricking us!
Easton gave up on fishing.
He'd rather play in the rocks or feed the ducks our crickets.
He's a cautious little fella though.
He says 'mommy help you' when anything doesn't seem just right and he needs my help.
I love that he still needs and wants my help.
Love love love this picture of my boys fishing.
And...here's momma in all her glory- yoga pants and rain boots. Classy.
"10 more minutes boo" turned into about 30 more minutes.
I was expiring. The boy was hungry. The momma was hungry.
But finally, on the 'last try' of the day we caught a fish!
HOORAY! Our first fishing trip was a success!
No hooks in the eyes or fingers.
No one fell in the lake.
No one busted on the rocks.
And. We caught a fish!
Let's go again soon!
Wanna come?!?!?!














































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