So we tried to go fishing and boy did it lick a big toe. Boy, oh boy....two kids fishing is a lot of work. It was so much easier with just one. Maybe we just weren't meant to go that day because everything went horribly wrong...
a) I forgot sunblock.
b) Judd fell a hundred and one times on the way to the beach. Scraped his elbow and hand.
c) Jon and I argued like the dickens...(b/c of the stress).
d) We didn't catch a thing.
e) I fell holding the baby in the snuggie and landed right on top of him (poor thing screamed bloody murder, luckily he wasn't too hurt).
f) Abbey our dog sliced her paw open on a broken glass bottle...blood everywhere.
f) Judd fell another three hundred times on the way back to the truck. Screamed the whole way back. People looked at us like we were beating him.
The only good thing about the trip was my $8 Walmart hat that shaded both my face and Remi. Love it!
Man, isn't that just how it is sometimes? You totally get points for making the effort though. I hate fish so I'd be thrilled about not catching anything but I bet the boys were especially bummed. I bet the next fishing expedition goes much better. You definitely have a way with words, I love reading your blogs!
ReplyDeleteI'm totally with you on the hat, looks like it should be a summer Gap ad. Very stylish.