on a little lake about 45 minutes away from where we live. It was really pretty and quiet and nice. Except for all the complaining. From 2 girls who live with me. And all the caught up lines. In trees. On roots. On the bottom of the lake. See that look on Anna's face in the picture above? That look was maintained for much of the boat ride.
Emma was the only one to catch one little fish, that Mark likes to call a 'fotknocker'.
The boy liked it. When Mark let go of his Spongebob fishing pole so that he could use it himself. ;^)
I put my white leg picture in there for a reason. It's going to be my 'before' picture and at the end of the summer, I hope to be one tan mama!