Gone fishin'...

Since last summer, J has been dying to go fishing. This week Daddy finally decided it was time to take him. We broke out the Scooby-Doo fishing pole and Shaggy tackle box. He's been practicing casting his line all summer to get ready for the big day. Daddy bought himself a new pole and organized his tackle box. Mommy packed a cooler with plenty of Gatorade and lunch food. I made sure the camera had plenty of space for photos of the big catch. J reassured me with the famous last words of a fisherman. "Don't worry Mom. I'll bring home dinner". Then they were off...Unfortunately, the fish did not think today was a great day for fishing. They only got a few nibbles and left with worms still on the hook. J was bummed! He's been waiting all this time to catch "the big one" only to leave empty handed. I think they had a great time hanging out together (minus the part where J wouldn't stop talking while Daddy was trying to teach him you have to be quiet for the fish to come near your worm). Hehehe. As far as pictures go, someday I will learn not to depend on my darling hubby to chronicle the life events of our children. He is a lot of things but photographer he is not. So, you'll just have to imagine them sitting on the bank of B Lake. Poles in the air and smiles on their faces waiting not-so-patiently for "the big one". Maybe next time boys...maybe next time...