W was all kinds of excited to pick up his fishing pole and head over to the lake. Next time we are at Grandpa's house, we will surely have to get one more pint sized!
After a quick bait inspection (although not any touching), he was ready to land his first catch.
It wasn't long before they felt a little tug on the line,
and soon began reeling in what was sure to be the big one!
And big he was, right!?! W wasn't quite ready to get his hands slimy with his first catch. In fact, he wouldn't take his eyes off of it long enough, and it seemed as though he thought that little guy was going to jump off the line and give him a big, slimy kiss.
But by catch #2, we are at least holding the fishing line and smiling. Progress.
What's a fishing rodeo without prizes? Instead of measuring the fish from the lake, the kids could spin a wheel three times adding up the types and sizes of fish for the competition. While The Sheriff had no idea what was going on, he sure liked spinning that wheel.
Not to be left out, the little guy enjoyed a nice stroller ride followed by hanging out in the Baby Bjorn. I'd say life is good today.