First Fish

Before the chaos of last week we went camping with "Aunt" Tia and "Uncle" Tim. (We use Aunt and Uncle loosely when it comes to Taylor's family. Pretty much if you are a Noble you are in the club. And yes, I slept on a big cushy air mattress, thank you.) Anyhow, we ended the trip by doing some fishing and Parker caught his first fish ever---well sort of.

You see, Taylor casted for Parker, and gave him the pole. In which he eventually became bored and set it down on the rocks to play. A few minutes later the pole started moving, and before it fell in Uncle Tim reeled it in. At this point Parker returned to see his catch, and boy was he proud of his big trout. Parker was too scared to hold it, but I guess that's what big cousins are for---holding the fish so that you can pose for a pic for your mom. Above is Carter and Parker with Parky's first catch. Notice the pole on the ground in the background. :)