Fishing is the best therapy..

So I have gone fishing a couple of times this last week. I honestly lOVE sitting on the lake and just soaking in the fresh air and sunshine. The wind picked up but, all in all it was a fun time. Here is a picture of the lake we were on..

                              This is a picture of the first fish I caught on Friday evening.

Owen was pretty well behaved on Friday and was very interested in helping me fish. Today, he was not so much. All he wanted to do was talk to the dogs and get in the water with them. At first it was cute, then it just got frustrating. He was being a little monster!! But I guess that is what you get when you take a one year old fishing.

My niece also was a peach while we were out today. She wouldn't fish with bait because it was a living thing. (I don't understand why she wanted to go fishing in the first place if that is the case). Then after the first fish was caught and the hook was in pretty deep, she was crying and got in the water with it to try and make it live, when clearly it was already dead. Poor girl... I felt bad. But, if you're going to go fishing, you have to realize that some fish are going to get caught & then eaten.

I just got O to sleep & will be up somewhat late packaging and addressing Mother's Day baskets to ship out in the a.m. Hope everyone had a wonderful Sunday. (: