Spring time means lots of things.  New beginnings.  Cleaning.  Mowing the yard.  Cleaning out closets.  Planting flowers.  Occasional days of shorts and flip flops.  It also means fishing.

It was probably still a little early, but this cloudy Saturday morning we loaded up and hit the ponds.

We didn't just tear them up, but we did catch a few.  

Sophie usually starts out really strong and then fizzles before everyone else is ready to go home.  Today she was the last one to want to leave.  

Molly never wants to go home.  She loves to fish.

Then everything turns into a competition.  The biggest fish.  The smallest fish.  The fattest fish.  The longest fish.  The first fish.  The last fish.  The most fish.  

This day, Molly won the biggest fish.  She was super proud of her catch.

Sophie was super proud of Molly's catch too because Sophie actually threw it out there for Molly.  So, naturally Sophie gets some of the credit too for putting it in the right spot.

I love that we do things like this all together.  I only wish Sadie would have been home to go with us.