The Family That Fishes Together...

Today marks the 6th anniversary of the formation of the Scott family. (Happy Anniversary, honey!)


Since we had a grown-up getaway last weekend, we opted to spend today as a family. Daddy got his wish to finally take the children fishing and it was SO MUCH FUN!!! The weather was perfect: breezy, sunny and 62 degrees. The trout pond was stocked and the smiles, giggles and memories were abundant! This is probably my favorite family outing we have had in a LONG time.


Our 18 year old cousin, Scott, joined us--which was really helpful since three excited 3.5 year olds around water and brandishing long sticks with hooks can be a bit precarious. Daddy started the afternoon with a lesson. The children were far more interested in the live action of the first trout Scott caught and subsequently put into a bucket.


Because we were at a trout farm each of the children was able to catch a fish very quickly. Watching their excitement for each other was probably my favorite part of the day. K spent most of her time jumping up and down, either cheering for her brothers or chanting breathlessly, "I. So. 'Cited!"I wonder where she learned such enthusiasm?


Of course, my dainty little shrinking violet (ha. ha.) was completely fearless when holding a wild, flippy fish. Oops!Cousin Scott to the rescue (with a much more impressive trout he caught...and a rubber band from Mommy so we can actually see that sweet girl's face!)

R enjoyed the fishing immensely, but was not sure what to make of the trout once they were on dry land. I took a whole series of pictures of him getting closer and closer, but this was the best we could manage. Notice how, even here, he never takes his eyes off that unpredictable little fish.

I am sure it had nothing to do with the teasing of a certain teenage boy a few minutes earlier.P commented as we were standing on the bank of the pond, to no one in particular, "This is a great adventure!"

And, finally, this series of pictures made my day. Watch P (in the green) as he experiments with shaking the pole "to make 'dem dance."Looks like you got a dancer, P.Maybe I like them a little more docile...

If anyone had told me on my fairy tale wedding day, that six years later I'd be celebrating with three children under the age of four, in grubby jeans and covered in the scent of fish, I wouldn't have been able to fathom it.

Today, I honestly could not think of anything better. Time does bring wisdom.