Mommies gave the boys new fishing poles, reels, and tackle boxes for their third birthday. Real, honest-to-goodness poles, not those silly Tweety Bird or Sponge Bob poles that are shorter than the child. We went fishing the day after their party. We didn't catch anything (because it's hard to catch something when your bait only stays in the water for 13 seconds), but it's fun to cast and reel, cast and reel, cast and reel, throw rocks, cast and reel.


Meatball waiting for a fish to bite







Peanut checking out the tackle box goods (and in the same clothes as the day before - he slept in them, too)







And isn't this just the cutest thing? Fishing with Mommy Bub.