So back in June, when it wasn't hotter then hades outside, Jeremy took up fishing again. He used to do a lot of it when he was younger, and has decided he finds it quite soothing.
I got to have a girl's weekend at the cabin with my Mom, Sisters, and older nieces. It was fabulous. I took no pictures. Others did. They exist, should I ever be ambitious enough to take my flash drive over and procure some. There will probably not be a post on that, because it will be next year before I get the pictures. Just a rough estimate.
Jeremy took Frankie fishing the first time while I was gone that weekend. He only got a 1 second movie of Frankie with his first fish before the camera battery died. I've never tried to upload a video before - but it's
worth seeing because he's so cute. And I love the clothes that Jeremy picked out for him to wear.
A few weeks later we took a little evening family fishing trip to quail. This was Jeremy's first time going fishing and not even getting a bite. He was a bit disheartened. I'm afraid it's in my genes to be bad luck. There's a reason we don't even bother bringing me a pole along or buying me a license.
Frankie and I mostly took pictures and ate snacks.
Frankie is a huge fan of the lures in the tackle box. Which frightens me because a lot of them contain hooks.
We also went up and spent a night in the camper with Jeremy's parents in Pinevalley. It was the closest to officially camping Frankie has ever been. He liked chilling in his little camp chair around the fire, I wish I would have gotten a picture of him sitting there with his legs crossed over - like an old man. I was sick with a sinus infection, and Jeremy and I attempted to sleep on the "table bed." Between my hacking and the close quarters - we didn't sleep very well. But it was still really fun.
Frankie picked out this hat and the sunglasses when we stopped to get fishing stuff on the way out. (Read: Frankie's pet worms.) It was pure coincidence that he was already coordinated with the orange. The sunglasses just make me shake my head and smile, but he loves them.
We of course had to do some fishing too. Here's Grandma helping out.
And Grandpa telling fish stories. Mostly about power bait sandwiches. Frankie's favorite.
