A couple hours before bedtime on Saturday, we decided to take the girls fishing at one of the lakes near our house. We are lucky that it's only about a 4 mile drive to this particular fishing spot, and have gone there many times just to eat under the pavilion, throw rocks in the water, and watch the geese.Quincy is now the proud owner of her very own Barbie fishing pole and no longer has to covet her big sister's. Reese has a pretty nice cast already...even when she's using a grown up fishing pole!
Naturally, Aaron is dying to get her started on a fly rod.
Knowing how much a new rod and reel cost (even for a child's size)...I am perfectly content with the Barbie fishing pole and night crawlers.
We didn't have any bites on Saturday night, but we had a great time outside in the sunshine.
Poor Quincy had been a little "backed up" for a few days, and kept heading over to a picnic table to do her bidnez. After a few attempts with no success, she came back, pointed to the Goose droppings everywhere, feel her diaper, and say, "Nope. Not my poopies! Try again!"
Gross, but totally funny, considering that in her world (with no pets), dookies on the grass means another child must have left them there.
It was a beautiful day. Enjoy the pics and a few quick videos....
We came home and had baths (goose dookies, lake water, and night crawlers...baths are a must for these girls!) while Aaron grilled hot dogs for dinner.
It was a beautifully serene evening.Rock throwing and all.
