His First Northern Pike

Last night, Mason caught his first Northern Pike. He was a very proud boy (and still is). Mason and Craig called me when he caught the fish, and he could barely breathe as he told me the story.

While Craig was cleaning the fish outside, Mason ran in and said "Mom!! As soon as dad cut the fish, all I could smell was fresh fish, like someone was cooking a fish, really fresh! You need to go out there and smell it!! It smells good!"

He also keeps telling people how he "set the brakes" to reel it in! and how s-l-o-w-l-y he had to reel the fish in because it was so heavy, and how his rod, which is usually straight, bent waaay down. He also likes to point out that Craig only caught a Bluegill, Rock Bass and Perch. Ahhh, what a sweet boy and a great memory for him!

The fish was 19 inches long and Mason just can't get over that! (All he has ever caught before are a couple of sunnies and maybe small trout)

Updates

The wedding website updating was scarce during the move/school year. Now that I'm done with school and my options are wedding/cleaning/packing/sleeping I am more inclined to break up the monotony with some sharing via the internet. Take some time and check out the new posts/pages. I hope to see you all soon.
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*love from Denver*

It's A Boy!!!

And I think that his name is going to be Murray, but, at the moment, the votes are tied between 'Morrie' and 'Murray'. Randy likes 'Murray', and I like either one. So far, he's being a good boy. Sasha is stricken (that's a word you don't get to use very often) that there is another dog in the house.

Remind you of anyone? =)

One less molar in the world

Now, this is a mastodon molar, but mine was just about this big. At least I can say that my tooth was white..........

Happy Mother's Day!

This should be good for an 'Awwwwwwwwwwwww'.

Flew Kites (after a nap, of course)

Amy and I took our kites to the lakefront and celebrated the tradition. Wish you all could have been there. Except the box kites. Too hard to get in the air. Amy went with the American Eagle. I went with the classic diamond stripe. Windy and cold. Just like Washburn.

Happy Easter!!

I was going to post this yesterday, but our internet was down...