Fishin' In The Dark

Our church has a lovely little fishing pond. A little fishing pond, that, like every other body of water in Texas lately, is much lower than it has ever been. For the first time in several years, the church leadership informed us that it was our CONGREGATIONAL DUTY to catch the catfish and tilapia, take 'em home, fry 'em up, and eat 'em. Before they all die a slow, miserable death related to low pond levels. Or cold weather. Or spawning season. Or something else "fish related". I have no idea why, really. But they were all about to DIE if we didn't catch them.

Though I never had any intention of eating anything we caught (I'm pretty sure that would involve touching dead fish at some point, and, um, no thanks), we decided to enjoy the decent weather while it lasted and take the kids to do a little fishing.

The professional fishermen that we are, we loaded up our Sponge Bob fishing rod and hot dog bait, and settled in for a lovely evening at the church.

We weren't out there long before Dane and Aidan started reeling in some cute little fish. Nothing big enough to keep (thank goodness), just the right size for a little boy to reel in alone and to be pretty proud of himself.

They were pretty excited about their catches.

The trick to taking Harper anywhere is just to continuously feed her. Sandwiches. Apples. Pickles. It doesn't really matter, she'll stay out of the water and out of trouble if she's got a snack in hand.

Princess Eyelashes was not about to smile for her mommy.
I feel I should discuss my husband's hair situation at some point. I don't think I'm quite ready yet. But yes, Hot Brandon's hair is looking unusually long and luxurious lately. He's cut it once this year, and I'm not exactly sure what his hair-related goals are right now.
I'm getting a little sidetracked. The luxurious blond locks are distracting. We had a great time fishing. Fishing is fun. The hair is very long. And it blows in the wind and is sometimes worn in a ponytail. Like mine, except mine is much less blond and flowing and much more stringy and flat. But no, I'm not missing his short hair at all. I IN NO WAY have hair envy of my HUSBAND.

And clearly I'm just not ready to discuss the hair situation yet. Fishing. I was talking about fishing. Fishing is fun. We didn't keep any of them. Hallelujah.