Dylan caught his first ever fish this weekend. He hooked it, reeled it in, held it, (shane gutted it), (Shane's friend grilled it up) and Dylan ate all of it. Hard work never tasted so good. Dylan and some family friend at the lake. For the record, taking a 10.75 month old on a tiny aluminum boat with a life jacket cramping his style is not really a good idea for family fun. Luckily I popped him in his car seat and within minutes he was sleeping and I got to lay in the truck bed and relax in the sun while the boys kept fishing. It's weird how relaxing time can be when you aren't at home with chores to be done. Unfortunately Danielle couldn't come but she was working and raking in the big bucks.