... the family fishing trip.

This afternoon we were talking about sending Daddy fishing. We asked Rachael if she wanted to go, but she said no. At some point the afternoon, she changed her mind. She woke up her Dad from a nap and announced she was ready to go fishing, but first she would need to go potty and then change her clothes. So after a stop in the bathroom, she came upstairs and completely changed outfits. When I asked her what she was doing, she said, "Getting ready for fishing with Daddy!"

You can't bridle that kind of enthusiasm, can you? We packed up a picnic dinner and headed for the lake. Besides which, it was her best potty training day yet since I've been back from Nauvoo.



This is not actually the outfit she chose... she had a long-sleeved shirt on, so I swtiched her for her "fishing" shirt. Then I pulled her vest out of the closet (can you believe she owns a pink fishing vest? If you know her father you can.) This was her first opportunity to wear it fishing and she was pretty excited. She thought we all needed vests. And yes, she has a princess pole and princess shoes on. She's a pretty good caster, especially for a 3 year old.

Daddy hooked a panfish on his fly rod, and let Rachael help bring it in. The first fish she wasn't sure what to do, but by the second one she knew all about it and was really excited that "we CATCHED it!"

We really had a lot of fun! I'm certain we will do it again as a family activity... we spent over 3 hours at the lake, and everyone went home having caught some fish and with dry pants. Pretty good day.

We also got to see some baby mallard ducklings - so cute! And some white ducks found Rachael and I having our sandwiches for dinner. They are pretty brave - they will eat right out of your hand. I thought that was neat until they tried to eat Rachael's hand. Not quite so neat. She was a good sport, though, and it really didn't hurt very much.