Fishing

Jeff and I took the kids fishing last night. Fishing is his passion and from a young age he taught them how to cast their own line out into the water. They practice in the front yard...at passing cars.

Here is my sweet boy, concentrating hard...and he has not yet realized that he has no hook on his pole. (c'mon are we really going to give a 3 year old a hook to swing around? We don't do that until they are 4!)


Kimberly is all business...I think she has my nose...

Or maybe like the rest of her face...she has her fathers nose.

All that I know for certain is that she doesn't have her front tooth...but she did catch her very own baby bass.

Since nobody takes pictures of me, I have to take them myself. I call this one..."Girl enduring mosquito bites for the sake of good clean family fun."

I call this one "Nose."

Jeff always lets the kids reel in the fish after he sets the hook. This is Kennen's catch of the day. Despite the look of disgust on his face, he was smiling and saying, "Cheese!"

By this time Kimberly had abandoned fishing for her new little friend. Mr. Turtle.

And this was about the time that Kennen realized that he didn't have a hook on his fishing pole. I told him to get up and keep fishing and he replied with, "I can't...I don't have hook!"