The fisher among us

Having survived the grandest grandkids--and they, us--I can report that we accomplished most of the items on our list with the exception of two: we didn't walk to the park, or even go for that matter, and we didn't dig our own worms.

Which is the subject of this post: fishing, in general and Jack, in particular.

My mother-in-law loves to fish and is quite good at it, as was her father, and my brother-in-law Scott. Son Matt has the gift. The rest of us fall in the okay-category and I'm probably worse than that, but Saturday morning we found this next generation's champion, two-and-a-half-year-old Jack.

It's as if the fish were lining up to get a bite of the worm on his cane pole. Before granddad could get Emily's hook baited with a worm, Jack and I had let one get away and landed two catfish! We were in catch-and-release mode, so the fish were fairly safe, even if they did garner a sore throat from hook removal. By the time Emily had her pole in the water, Jack had brought in three perch!

Emily finally landed her own perch with granddad's help and we found ourselves out of store-bought worms. Jack, finding this enterprise to be too easy and declaring himself hungry (one should always eat ALL of one's breakfast before going on a fishing expedition and I didn't have the sense God gave most grandmothers to pack snacks), we gathered our poles and went back to the truck.

But we've found our fisherman.

We must remember this: We volunteered

We're playing host to the grandest grandchildren for two days, starting tomorrow at noon when we meet them and their mother for lunch. We'll give them back on Sunday at noon.

So, for 48 hours, we'll be on our toes. We've had our planning hats on and so far have come up with:

riding the riding lawnmower
fishing with cane poles
digging the worms to use with the cane poles
going to Walmart to buy night crawlers if the above doesn't turn out so well
riding the riding lawnmower even though the lawn is already mowed
swimming at a friend's pool
seeing Cars 2 (Do we, as grandparents, need to see Cars 1 first? Perhaps I can just read a synopsis at imdb.com)
watercolors and new crayons are bought
clearance aisle at Walmart
walking to the park
playing Barbie
the riding lawnmower may need more gas

I'll report in when we recover.