Gone fishin'

Sunday after Bea headed home, Paul and I loaded the kids up to take them fishing. First time ever!!!  First time ever for 3 out of 4 of the Bush's. And we all know that it wasn't Paul's first time, so that means it was a first time for me too. I know that's not surprising at all, considering it was me, but this isn't about me...

After an hour and half drive, these kids were raring to go!! 

 I really wasn't sure how Hope would do with this.

 I thought she might be freaked out about the worms, and fish.

 But she totally surprised me! She took right to it.

 And in NO time, she caught the first fish!! I jumped up and snapped this picture as she was reeling it in. I was screaming and jumping up and down!

 My baby caught a fish!! And she was absolutely thrilled by this. Not a smidgen of hesitancy, and even happily held the fish and threw it back in the water.

 Of course, I knew Pierce would take right to it.

 He is his father's son after all.

 And eventually

 SUCCESS.

 But by far, the surprise of the fishing adventure? Hope was like the fish whisperer!! Sister's Barbie poll was catching these little fish right and left.

 MUCH to the chagrin of her older brother.

 Nothing that couldn't be cured though, by freaking mommy out with worms.

 And then thankfully, another fish reinvigorated my little fisherman.

 And what was daddy catching?

Well, he was busy, getting his bober thingy caught in the trees.

 And then catching massive fish.

 And what was I doing?

 Trying to get some sun on my white, pasty self.

 Taking snuggle breaks

 And taking pictures of my giant head.

 And then trying to cover said giant head.

But mostly? I was just enjoying my family, and making sweet fishin' memories with them.