For the second day of their visit with us, the Crossleys made every moment count. First, you took Samantha into the pantry and showed her where to get all the good stuff, like applesauce, cans of peas and Perrier.
Then, we all loaded up and went to the river so the dads could fly fish. You'll never guess what today's so-cool-it's-worth-fighting-over toy was. I'll give you a hint. It was an empty juice box.
In case you're wondering why you're not wearing any pants in that photo, it's because as soon as we got to the river, you toddled on down and did this:
I couldn't even pretend to be irritated with you, because it's exactly the kind of thing I used to do as a child, usually preceded by, "Just let me put a toe in..."
One thing I'll say about Sam: she's a much better sport about being accessorized than you are. She'll actually wear a hat and a pair of sunglasses for longer than o.oo2 seconds without tearing them off and hurling them away like they're on fire.
Before we left, your dad made sure to give you your first fly fishing lesson. It must have worked, too, because you caught the exact same number of fish as your dad and Stephenson combined.*
I took so many cute photos today that they wouldn't all fit. For more, feel free to check them out here.
Can't wait for tomorrow!
Love,
Mom
* The number of fish in this case was zero. This is what you call "fun with statistics."
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