Monday, February 04, 2008

Gone Fishin'

For those of you who don't know, we're moving. You wanna know what stinks about moving? Packing. Especially when you don't know quite where to start. Make no mistake, I have plenty of helpers! Elizabeth is quite content to pull the books off of the shelves where Thomas and Sarah Grace so diligently helped to put them away a couple of years ago. This is good. I need to pack them. This is not good. I need to sort through them and nix a few. And so it goes.

In my total state of dauntedness, I have decided to do something that I am a little better at. Show off my kids and their many talents!!!

We went to my parents house a couple of weeks ago to let the kids wish my Mom a happy birthday. I can't say how old she is. All I know is it is a year younger than my Daddy. And some change, if you wanna get real technical. Anyway, while we were there, the kids delighted in hanging out in the garage with Daddy and he delighted in giving them casting lessons. I forget what they called it at the time, 'Catching' I think. I will need to check with my parents to see if they remember. It's iffy, at their 'advanced' age.

They had a ball casting and reeling, casting and reeling. Daddy sat back proud of his two new fishing buddies. Sound like a fish fry come spring!

I just hope that when they get hooks on the end of the line they catch fish...I seem to remember catching my Daddy's hat a few times, and maybe his earlobe a time or two...


The Bouldins said...

Congrats on the move, but packing does stink. But it sounded like in your last post that you had a well-thought out plan for the week and it's always good to have a plan :)

Laura Forman said...

okay, so where are you moving to? :)

Jana (sidetrack'd) said...

Congrats on the move. Packing is not much fun when doing it alone, but with three kiddos I can only imagine the excitement. :-)