One-fish, Two-fish...

The weekend before last, we took a ride on Sunday afternoon to spend a couple of hours along the banks of the St. Lawrence River.

Michael had a ball casting his line into the water ...

... again ...

... and again .

I was impressed (and a little surprised) at the patience Michael showed at practicing casting until he landed his hook far enough out from the shore to entice the little fish.

And then he patiently waited ...

... until the time was just right ....

... and then ...

Michael caught his first fish!

He caught (and then released) a total of 4 little fish.

And each one was as exciting as the last. I am sure this won't be the last afternoon Michael and Daddy spend fishing.

As for tonight, we're settled into our hotel in Rochester. There won't be any swimming tonight though ....

... but we will have time in the morning. We have to be at the hospital at 9:30am and Michael can't eat before his MRI. So, swimming will give him something to think about other than being hungry. Please keep my little boy in your thoughts and prayers tonight, JoAnne.