One fish

Last Saturday, we got together with Josh's siblings and went fishing. A great time was had by all, even though we only caught one fish. I'm glad Preston was the lucky one.

We were up on a high rocky ledge, so uncle Dallon had to stretch pretty far down to get the net around the fish.

Dallon told Preston to kiss the fish, but Preston didn't think that sounded very fun.

Good thing there was dirt to play in, or Tyler would have been a bored little boy. At one point, Josh looked over at him and realized he was licking the dirt. Like a dog licks water out of his bowl. I never thought I'd hear the words, "Don't lick the dirt." I had to ask Josh to repeat himself to make sure I understood him correctly.

Dirt angels are so much cooler then snow angels because you don't get cold. ;)

The boys thought the fire was pretty neat, so we had to watch them extra carefully.

Tyler started out with a plate, but the cup holder on the cooler must have looked like the perfect hotdog holder.