Gone Fishin'

After school on Tuesday, we took the girls fishing. Actually, Jill had gone on Sunday and Monday, as well. But I showed up with a camera on Tuesday. So let's start there.

The girls prepared for fishing, by dressing like they were heading out to the Kentucky Derby. Because everyone knows you need an Easter hat, your little sister's skirt, and Hannah Montana purse to fish. Although, Jill did explain that this was a "tactic." The boy fish will find her pretty and come close. The girl fish will come to ask her where she got her shoes. Oh Lord, please help me. She is only eight.

Emmi was completely enamored of the whole process. Read: Could not give a crap, spent most of the time posing for pictures.

But then Jill discovered the bait. Minnows. Little Fish. And Jill had never held a fish, and apparently this is something I have been depriving of her "her whole life."

Both kids did eventually cast a few lines, but tired quickly of having to sit still. Imagine. Sitting still and being quiet. So they passed off the pole to Kenny, who immediately caught a fish. A fish that was obviously dying to be petted.

While the kids, spent the rest of their time digging in the sand and chasing a stray cat, I tried my hand at fishing.

I am a rockstar fisherman. Woman. Whatever. I caught a fish on my first try. Let's just not talk about how I gagged at the sight of a minnow on a hook and I ran squealing when the fish started flopping around.