My newest baby cousin was born on Monday, April 9. Unfortunately, it is a girl, so I won't be able to play in the mud with her.
Her name is Mialee Ann Heer. She was 6 pounds 13 ounces.
Her brother Dillon was hanging out at my house while she was being born. My Mom made him a cool shirt.
He likes his baby sister a lot.
I like her okay, as long as my Mom isn't holding her!
E Out.
Monday, April 21, 2008
When Mom Gets Bored
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Fishy Fish Fishes
The other day we got in our truck and went fishing! We were gone for 3 days, and we caught a lot of fish.
Here is my Dad with the first big fish he caught.
Here is my Great-Uncle Roger with the REALLY big fish he caught.
My Mom is mean. She tried to make me kiss the fish!
Here is Auntie Poo-poo with the tiny fish she caught.
Here is me catching a fish with my Dad.
I also caught a fish with my Mom and the fishing pole that my Uncle Scott got me for my birthday. My Dad tells me I am a natural fisherboy, even though I get distracted sometimes and forget to hold on to the pole.
Here's an itty bitty fish that my Mom caught and the dog tried to eat.
Me and Poo-poo did a lot of stuff together.
I was throwing a lot of rocks in the water, but it didn't scare away any fish!
I was a big bed hog when I slept with Mom and Poo-poo at the hotel.
Our room was pretty comfy.
On the last day we were fishing, we heard a big boom and saw lots of smoke, so Dad and Grandpa and I went to investigate. Someone's campfire got away from them and melted a fifth wheel camp trailer. By the time we got back with the camera, this is all that was left...
I got a good sunburn and a black eye, but I can't wait to go fishing again!
E Out.
Here is my Dad with the first big fish he caught.
Here is my Great-Uncle Roger with the REALLY big fish he caught.
My Mom is mean. She tried to make me kiss the fish!
Here is Auntie Poo-poo with the tiny fish she caught.
Here is me catching a fish with my Dad.
I also caught a fish with my Mom and the fishing pole that my Uncle Scott got me for my birthday. My Dad tells me I am a natural fisherboy, even though I get distracted sometimes and forget to hold on to the pole.
Here's an itty bitty fish that my Mom caught and the dog tried to eat.
Me and Poo-poo did a lot of stuff together.
I was throwing a lot of rocks in the water, but it didn't scare away any fish!
I was a big bed hog when I slept with Mom and Poo-poo at the hotel.
Our room was pretty comfy.
On the last day we were fishing, we heard a big boom and saw lots of smoke, so Dad and Grandpa and I went to investigate. Someone's campfire got away from them and melted a fifth wheel camp trailer. By the time we got back with the camera, this is all that was left...
I got a good sunburn and a black eye, but I can't wait to go fishing again!
E Out.
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