A fisherman was born....

Last weekend we ram-shackled my parents camper (they were gone for the weekend) and took the boys camping. My husband's family also were camping there the same weekend so it was the perfect opportunity to get some family time in. The 2nd best part of the entire weekend was that my in-laws took the boys to sleep at the farm for the night (it's only 15 minutes from their place) so Kelly and I could enjoy a camp-fire and a sleep filled night. The best part of the trip was definitely watching a fisherman be born.

We have never taken Jack fishing. He's gone on many boat rides before but we thought an "energetic" boy, long rod, and a hook was probably not a good idea for the first few years of his life. Now was the time and before we ventured off to the lake we made a quick stop and picked up his very own fishing rod (just his size) and Spider-man to boot. He was one very excited little boy and held the rod the entire road trip down.

Well I don't think you have seen a more proud dad. Not only did our overly energetic boy stay still for hours on end, he LOVED it! I have never seen him more calm, intrigued, and patient. This was not my son, surely.

Yes, a fisherman was born. He has already started his 'fish stories'; "I caught a BIG one Mom".

And all was good. Until he dropped the rod in the water on the first day. Oh well, off to the store we go.