Fishin'

A few weeks ago Mason went to the cabin with my Aunt and Uncle. Included in the trip was Mason's first fishing trip. They went to Fish Lake, didn't spend much time on the boat, and didn't catch any fish, but Mason has not forgotten the trip and quite literally has talked about fishing ever since. Now at home, the giant green throw blanket from the living room has become his boat. He makes fishing poles from brooms and drumsticks, sticks and string, whatever he can find. He napped in the boat yesterday with Curious George. Then, when Dad came home last night we presented him with two toy fishing poles. That was it - we fished, and fished, and fished. Baby Nolan became the "quadropus" that kept steeling our fish, Grant took lots of pictures, and we caught the same fish several times. The sun came through the windows making everything glow with that the end of summer look. The temperature was perfect and we laughed and played as a family until bath time. Pizza for dinner even took a back seat which is big for Mason....he loves pizza. There was my moment brazed in my memory forever. Happy Thursday, Ang