*Here fishy fishy fishy fishy*

Today we went ice fishing with Dad, John, and MaKenna up Scholfield. It was so cold, but really fun. When we got there the tempature was 1 degree. By the time we left it had gone up to almost 30. It felt good when the wind stopped blowing! Me and MaKenna hung out in the tent by the heater for the first half. Her feet and nose were so cold. John caught the first fish, and MaKenna realed it in. The whole day she told us how she caught the fish. She was so proud of herself. Dad of course kept us all fed and warm. He never stopped taking care of us! It was a realxing day on the frozen lake. We were glad we went with everyone.

John, Dad, Me

Dad, John, MaKenna, Chase
Heading down to the lake


Waiting patiently for the fish to bite.

We always call the fish when we are fishing. We say, " here fishy fishy fishy fishy." It all started when we went to Florida and fished for the first time. I was telling Chasey that my favorite episode of Sesame Street when I was little was when Bert and Ernie went fishing. Bert couldn't catch anything, but Ernie would call the fish and like ten would jump in their boat. So, we started calling them just like Ernie. I caught three fish right off the bat. So now when we go fishing we try it, and usually catch a couple.

Me and MaKenna in the tent.

Dad, MaKenna, Johnny

This is the fish she caught

Still waiting!

None of my snow clothes fit, so my lovely snow clothes are a mix of things around the house that fit a 6 month pregnant women.

Heading home

Me and Chasey

It was just good to get out of the house. By the end of the winter we are both so sick of being cooped up in the house!