fishin' and stinkin'

Cody got it in his head that he wanted to take the kids fishing late this afternoon, so we quickly got packed up and headed out to find a license and a good time. I had my reservations but it wasn't too bad. Well, that was before Kate had a meltdown when she had to share her rod with Elliott and before we got back in the car only to realize the putrid smell that had been wafting in and out of our fishing area had actually been our dog. Finnegan found some rotting, stinking dirt pile to roll around in and did he ever.  The ride home was revolting. I can still smell it. Oh yes, that's because I can literally still smell it. Despite his efforts, Cody couldn't wash that dead man out of his hair. Here's a few pics of our little adventure...

Besides our angling experience we pretty much spent the weekend in the yard or at the park enjoying the warm sun. We give thanks Mother Nature.

Have a springy week everyone. Mom and Dad I hope you finally make it home; we'll talk soon.
xoxo Aimee