In addition to the excitement of catching the fish, he had his first falling in the river adventure (you can't tell in this photo, but he was wet up to his armpits). Falling into the nearest body of water seems to be in our genetic make up, and I suppose he couldn't escape it forever... Thankfully little Man was able to overcome his aversion to falling in and has had several more happy fishing excursions since then.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
It seems like last month was a month of firsts for Little Man. Not only did he make his first calligraphy, but also he and Grandpa (my dad) also caught his first fish: a big and beautiful brown trout.
Labels: family life
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i love this picture.
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