I'm 3 for 3 now. This has to be a record. And after this one, I'm officially caught up on blogging. Yay!
This past weekend, we traveled to my home town for a wedding shower for my sister. We hadn't been home in a while, so even though the shower wasn't until Sunday, we decided to get there mid-day on Saturday and spend the night. It turned out to be a good decision. We got to visit with my parents, and my dad got to spend a little extra time with his fishing buddy.
In the days leading up to our trip, Kate kept saying "I'm going fishing with Pick!". She was so excited about fishing, even though as far as I know, she's never caught a fish before.
After a little bit of fishing with no bites at all, we took a ride on the pontoon boat. This girl loves the water. She was worse than our dogs, running back and forth between all of the doorways/openings as we were riding along. She would start at the front of the boat, then run to the back door, then to the side door, and then repeat the process all over again.
When we got back from our ride, we decided to try the fishing thing again. Almost as soon as my dad finished casting the line and put the rod down, the cork went under the water. And Kate caught her very first fish.
I'm really not sure why she was so insistent on catching a fish, because her reaction was about the same to the fish as it is to worms. She talks about them like she's obsessed, she asks to go in the yard to "see the worms", but she won't touch them or even get all that close to them. The fish was the same way. We did good to get her picture with it!
And after the fish was released back into the water, it was time to try again.