Fisherladies

In exchange for an awesome day of listening to mommy...the girls were promised a night of fishing with Daddy. Olivia took learning how to fish quite seriously...just like a first child would. We read a book on how to catch bluegills (there IS a technique apparently) on our way to the lake. Olivia sat with Dad and asked questions about each part of the process, learned how to cast perfectly, and waited patiently. She insisted on silence and "keeping a low profile" as the book we read about fishing suggested we do. Too bad we were all dressed in the brightest outfits ever. 

Sophie was, as expected, more interested in the bait. She is my little tomboy. Her sister comes up the stairs with a coordinated, stylish outfit complete with hair brushed and a matching headband. Soph comes up complaining that she doesn't own anything that looks "fierce" enough...nothing that looks like a dog. She then will put on her soccer uniform and call it good. Never thought I'd see such a difference in these girls but it is there, I love both sides of the spectrum. 

Here are the pics from our fishing expedition. And no, we didn't catch a thing. :)

Sophie participated for about 5 seconds. I caught it on camera. 

Fixing poles, baiting hooks

Pet worm

Daddy and one of his girls

A "rock fortress" to keep wormy safe from birds

Nothing shall get through it. There are even breathing holes. The architecture is outstanding.

No fish to speak of, but a worm fortress to behold. 

Happy Fishergirls and guy. We love our Daddy.