Two weeks ago (we're getting a little more current here), we went to Greg's sister's house to celebrate our nephew's 8th grade graduation. They live on a dairy farm. When we got out of the car, Noah didn't even say hello to Grandma. He said, "It's stinky here." as he was fanning his hand in front of his nose.
After lunch and a nap, the kids headed off to go fishing. This was Noah's first time. We did not come very prepared... Aunt Suzanne found Noah some boots. They were size 12. He wears a 7 or an 8. (As soon as they got back, he kicked them off...or just let them slip off as the case may be.)
Checking his pole
Catching fish with Rosie
...and daddy
Fishing with Jake
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