Sometimes, though fortunately not terribly often, the kids will go days without seeing their dad. He leaves before the sun is up in the mornings and often times comes home at nine or ten after working ground, fixing fence or some other random task.
Sometimes; however, we get really lucky and he decides to take us on a spontaneous outing. I'm not quite as spontaneous as I used to be. When Wes poked his head in the door and said, "Let's go fishing" I couldn't just walk out the door. Now it requires packing the diaper bag with sippy cups, snack crackers, a few diapers, Gatorade for myself, strapping on the chest carrier, socks and shoes for everyone, stocking cap for the baby.....
The romantic spontaneity is gone, but it's been replaced by something even better.
Our catch for the evening trip included 7 bull heads, 2 perch and one bass. Not too shabby for a handful of worms.
|This was our attempt at a family photo while sitting on the bank. The head bumps, from left to right, are: John, myself, Wes and Kenyon.|
|It is impossible for any little boy to stand next to a body of water without throwing in a few rocks and making a big splash. Proven fact.|