Sorry Josh, I know you hate this picture, but I had to illustrate just how *excited* Caden was for this fishing trip. This is him with his fishing pole in our bed the day before and he would scream and cry if you tried to take it, even though he mostly walked around whacking people (on accident) with it..."I go fishing!! In da boat!!!" Seriously, the highlight of his life.

Just to set the record straight...I am the master fisherman of this family and caught the bulk of our fish on this trip to Elephant Butte. Yea, I'm awesome. (c: But for all of you that couldn't possibly care less about fishing...and that is most of you...there are pictures of the kids, too. Happy now, auntie kara??? (c:


Everytime we would catch a fish, we would get "I wanna ho' it! I ho' fishy!!!" and once they would get put in the livewell he would just sit over there and look at them...well, once that got old, he decided he wanted to "pet" them. White bass have sharp spines on their fins, so he started saying "fishy bite me!!!" and sure enough, a "fish bite" on his thumb. That was what he talked to EVERYONE about (and I mean everyone, me, dad, the older couple camping next to us, any fishermen that came remotely near the boat) for the next 4 days...(holding up his thumb so you could see the carnage) "Fishy bite you, fishy bite you". Yeah, apparently he hasn't gotten the concept of "you" and "me" completely worked out, because we were telling him "aw, the fish bit you", so he told everyone "fishy bite you".


Can you tell Skylar was just stoked about the whole thing???