The Hendricksen's: Gone Fishing

Monday, May 04, 2009

Gone Fishing

This last week Ty got invited to go fishing with my dad and brother. He had THE best time! Ive got to hear about it all the rest of the week. Ive heard some interesting stories about it and wonder how much if it is true. Like he caught the fish in the eye ball and the guy they also went with lives in a cave. hmmm... I wonder what is going on in that little 3 year old mind sometimes.

I could not sleep all night thinking about him going off on a big fishing adventure without me. Not that I was jealous. I was nervous something would happen to him. I had visions of him falling into the water and never coming up, wandering off and never being found... on and on and on and on. I didnt sleep the whole night!!

He had to be up early 6:30. I went into his room and picked him up. He was still sleeping on my shoulder so I said "Do you wanna go fishing?" and he sprung up, wide eyed. And then off they went....

Chase followed me around the whole day. He was one lonely soul. I guess thats how its going to be when Ty goes to school. If Id go upstairs to put something away Id hear a little voice saying "Mom! Where are you?" He missed his buddy!!!

3 comments:

Denise said...: See? What did I say about mom emotions and how our brains go all haywire thinking the worst is going to happen?!? As if your dad would let him just go under ... sigh ...

So glad he had a blast. I've heard the second-to-last one going to kindergarten is torture on mom. :); 9:31 AM
mom2six said...: That is so cute! I bet he felt like such a big boy on that fishing trip.; 9:06 AM
Anonymous said...: He really believed the cave part huh; 9:47 PM

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