Sunday Practice

On Sunday after Church we spent a nice lazy afternoon watching our kids practice casting their fishing poles. We started in the front yard and stayed there for quite awhile watching O while sitting in our $10 fold-out lawn chairs. J thought it would be good for some of our neighbors to witness the Judds being (as he put it), "so white trash." (Yeah, that's yellow trash to you, mister!) The only thing missing was a 6-pack of beer. Alas, that will always be missing from our plastic fish casting adventures!

O got the hang of it very quickly and was soon casting 70 feet or more. Very impressive.


H is our little "monkey see, monkey do"

I love O's serious expression and complicated little dance.

H's little stance lately with his hands on his hips always makes me smile.

We finally moved to the backyard and spent the rest of the afternoon catching H. He just chased around the plastic fish at the end of the poles, laughing hysterically.

And this is what he finally did to his pole.