About a week ago, probably when the weather first started turning nice, the girls asked when we could go feed the fish. We had planned on going yesterday afternoon, but then this fierce storm blew in very suddenly, knocking our table and umbrella over, and raining hard for a good half an hour, cooling the temps admirably.
We had a solid day of cleaning and yard work today, taking a break mid-afternoon to go fatten the fish – and clear my freezer.
Though Z was a little hesitant at first, she soon got the hang of the (pre-shredded by Daddy) snatch and drop. Watching those fish-mouths gobble it up was absolutely mesmerizing.
As we were heading home, G asked, "When are we going camping and swimming [again]?"
Drew: Not until after we move to the new house.
G: Daddy, can we move to the new house tomorrow? I want to move to the new house tomorrow.
