It's a Brady kind of weekend

This weekend we took Brady and Jon to the camper with us.  To say I am still worn out would be an understatement.  Brady has been wanting to stay with us since the campground opened but this was the first weekend our schedules were in sync.  Ben was supposed to join us but he ended up staying at a friends house.  His loss.

 We started the afternoon in the pool.  Brady didn't find it exciting enough and soon wanted to go fishing.  So we dried off, grabbed some worms, and went to find Uncle Kenny.

 Our first stop was the big lake.  Of course Brady was the first to catch a fish, not that anybody should be surprised about this.  At first he wouldn't put the worm on the hook, not that I blame him at all, but after a while Ken said enough and that if he wanted to keep fishing he was doing it himself.  The kid is a fast learner  : D   Next lesson, how to untangle a fishing rod.......  ( I have gotten VERY good at this!)

 While Jon and Brady fished for bluegill and crappie Ken was going after the bass.  As soon as he caught one Brady took off running to help him get it off the hook.

 Look, Jon caught a minnow  : D

 I would love to be able to post all the pictures I have of his fish but this blog would be really really long.  By the time we left, he had caught 62.  I know this because he kept yelling his total every single time he caught something.

 Ken finally gave up on the bass and tried getting in on the bluegill action.  He caught the biggest one but Brady kept letting him know that he had more  : )

 For dinner I grilled us some burgers with boiled potatoes, cucumbers, and corn on the cob. The potatoes came from my back yard!!!  YAY ME!!!!  Of course the cucumbers and corn came from our produce stand.

 While I was cooking dinner Brady fished in the pond behind our camper.  I want to go on record saying I have never seen anybody catch a fish out of this pond.  Brady caught over 10 here.  I really can't explain it.  

 Brady was nice Sunday morning and let me sleep until 7:00am before he had me and Jon take him fishing again.  He fished till about 12:00pm when it was time to leave.  He could have stayed out there all day.

 Brady was so dirty!!  I told him his hands were gross and he looked at me like I was stupid and then gently explained that this is what happens when you spend all day touching fish and worms.  

 We left the camper early Sunday so we could take Jon to Butch's house for a few days.  Brady of course wanted to go with us so we headed to St. Clair, Missouri.  As soon as we got there Jon got out the four wheeler and him and Brady went for a ride.  Then Jon got Buck ready so Brady could go for a ride.

To say we had a jam packed two days would be an understatement.  Jon was ready for some rest and I was looking forward to some peace and quiet!!