|The traditional Family Day breakfast...|
|Inhaled in 2.5 seconds...|
|My life for the rest of the summer...|
|Oh so picturesque...But wait...their lines are caught on each other. Good times.|
And thus began our first family fishing adventure of the season.
And it was Epic.
This is Ransom's first year of fishing with a real worm and a real hook. In previous years, he had been more interested in throwing rocks or "pretend" fishing with the little red plastic fish that came with his pole. Well, this year, he was bound and determined to be a "big boy," which is cool. Except for the fact, that this three year old has a firecracker of a temper, he is stubborn as all get-out, and he has the patience of a gnat.
So, after two failed attempts at casting...what does my child do? Well, in disgust, he chucks his pole right into the rushing river...and his 38 week pregnant Mama has to dive over the rocks and grab it by the line before it got swept away for good. Finally, after reeling in about 20 feet of line...and after getting his hook stuck in my down vest...and after finally retrieving said fishing pole of glory...
...and after utilizing every last bit of self control to not send Ransom into the brink right along with his pole... (just kidding, but only a little bit)...thus ended my wee one's day of fishing.
|"Thorry, Mama. I won't do that again."|
We shall pick it up again next time.
|Now you see him...now you don't. Plus, his line is caught on bottom, just for good measure.|
And it was really awesome.
After that, I decided not to hang around to see if Kaden wanted to hook me, as well; and instead I started throwing rocks with Ransom. Far far away from the Large Ones and their runaway hooks.
Finally, after a couple of hours of catching nothing but the bottom every. other. cast., we got a call from our friend telling us that we were at the "wrong bridge" where the fish had been stocked, and that he and his son were at the "right bridge." They had only been there just a little while, and they had already caught their limit. Good times...
So, over to the proper location we drove...where Kev finally did reel us in one nice little trouty...and where the boys continued to keep catching the bottom...and each other...and where after another hour or so, we decided it was time to wrap things up for the day and maybe head home.
|It's what's for lunch...er...snack.|
First fishing trip down in the books.
A success? Well....a fish was caught, I guess.
And when asked if the boys had fun, we were answered with three resounding: "OH yeah's!!!"
To which Kev and I looked at each other and asked: "Did WE have fun?"
In which we replied to each other: "We think so....??"
And when I woke up, Kev had tackled our garage of atrociousness and made it all super spiffy, we got our deck all set up with our table and chairs, and the weather was still oh so glorious. So, I ran to the store for chicken sausages and ice cream cones - determined to keep Family Day a celebration - and it did end up feeling that way, after all. A fun little bonfire, supper outside, three boys running free, ice cream cones for dessert, showers for the Hoolies, and campouts in their beds together.
Peace once again reigns supreme.
A quick game of Cribbage for Kev and I.
And then a 7:30 bedtime for us both!
Sometimes, Family Days are exhausting...