Corn

"Get out of the fridge!!!"

I can't even tell you how many times I have to say that everyday!

Fortunately, Garrett is the only one who sits in the refrigerator.

It might be worth mentioning that I'm about to

replace the fridge lock for the 4th time since G's birth.

That's right, 4.

First Day of School

So, I'm a terrible blog poster. I could promise to do better, but it would be a lie. I hope you can forgive me. :)

Here are some first day of school pictures!

G-man

Davis: First Grade

Meg: Third Grade

Pretending to be happy about more pictures on the porch.

I do have a few more posts planned, so keep checking back!

Ice Fishing on Steed's Pond

So it has been a while since I have posted to this blog since I leave most of that up to Christie. However I decided that I would share a little fun that Davis and I had the other day.

So Christie and Meg were in Louisiana for a family wedding and I was home having a boys weekend. On Saturday, January 9th, I had an offer from a friend to do some ice fishing. This isn't my normal area of expertise so having a buddy with some extra equipment is pretty handy. When I asked Davis if he wanted to go ice fishing he quickly responded "yes..... and dad.... can I use that 'Cars' fishing pole in the shed?" Davis already has a Shrek fishing pole but the little thinker was quick to find an excuse to need to open that Cars fishing kit that I had stuffed in the rafters of the shed. I guess any good fisherman needs his summer equipment and winter equipment.

So Steed's Pond is my old stomping grounds. Plenty of time was spent here just being a boy. You know, chasing frogs, swimming, fishing, smashing pennies on the adjacent train tracks and just getting dirty. Good times, but in all the years of living nearby I have never ice fished there.


I was hearing from neighbors and friends that the DWR had dumped a bunch of Rainbow trout and Brook trout into the pond that came from the hatchery they use for the community ponds. Also the rumor was that they were having good success through the ice.

So Davis and I dropped off Garrett with Grandma & Grandpa Pickett and we hit the ice with my friend Jack.

For about 2 1/2 hours we fished and while it was a little slow, Davis was a great fishing buddy. He stuck to it and was quite dedicated. After missing a fish he got pretty mad at himself because he really wanted to "see that fish". Convinced of course that it was the "big one". I think Davis caught 4 fish and we all missed a bunch too. Can't wait to try it again soon, guess I need to buy a few ice flies for the next time.