Now all the boxes are unpacked and pictures are hung on the walls. Lately, we have been checking out our new neighborhood. On a walk one day we found a pond with 3 ducks. The boys have become obsessed with walking to the pond to feed them. We usually bring a slice of bread and Maddox throws his bread bits from the stroller. Otherwise my little busy body would end up in the pond with the ducks.
On one of our trips to the pond Carson saw some school age boys fishing. One of the boys caught a little bass while we were there. Carson was interested and started asking if he could go fishing. I knew that my Dad ( the biggest and best outdoors man I know) was just the person to buy him his first fishing pole and take him to catch his first fish. Carson practiced casting in the back yard with a key tied to the end of his line for weight. He caught right on and only got it tangled in a tree a few times.
The next morning he was up at the crack of dawn waiting for Grandpa to come over from the hotel to fish. After the turtles stole all their bait and another trip to the store to get smaller hooks Carson (aka Grandpa) got a couple little blue gills. He was thrilled to see a fish at the end of his line and grabbed the fish with no fear to throw him back in the pond. If you ask him what fish eat he'll probably tell you "hot dogs" since that is what they used for bait.
Summer is now in full effect in central Texas. We love our back yard but the boys are dripping in sweat after 30 minutes of playing outside. So now we usually make a trip to the pool almost everyday after nap and a few times on the weekends. It is just a block or so from our house and the boys swim like fish there. They have the perfect little beach entry kids pool and a larger swimming pool. Maddox has no fear and if you ask him if he wants to go under the water he will shake his head yes. I'll be extra thankful for the pool when I'm 9 months pregnant in August (the hottest month in TX).