I thought the sky was beautiful from the boat.
Toward the end when everyone was getting tired.
Fishing for Nessie.
Stuffed bear is fishing with Tara.
Dad's camper.Dad, Jay, Em, Tara, Mom and I went fishing at Cinnamon Lake on Saturday. It was a beautiful day. Mom stayed in my dad's camper while the rest of us went out on his pontoon boat. Everyone had fun but the girls got antsy after .0001 of a second of fishing. "Why aren't we catching anything?" My dad told them to be patient. The girls fully expected the fish to swarm to the worm, even though they cast the line about two inches from the surface at first. Well, it was a learning experience anyway. By the way... we caught nothing.
Then yesterday we had friends over for the day. It was great seeing my friends. It was cute seeing all the kids playing and then giving us singing concerts using a dollar store play microphone. Emily was too shy to sing in front of the adults but she sang for the kids. She uses these elaborate hand gestures that she learned from watching American Idol contestants. It cracks me up.
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Haha, that was a fun day.
I was the same way at that age. Any singing or puppet show or performance of anything was fun to do and well-received by family audiences.
Then came the phase called the "rest of my childhood", which was nothing but awkwardness and bumbling over myself. Maybe they will get lucky and avoid that.
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