So…I “went fishing” today. I can’t say that I actually fished though. With one pole, a two year old, and the husband I should say I was more of an observer. I sat my pregnant butt in a chair and watched it all go down.
One thing I can say that I gained from the experience is that Tevyn is getting to be more “boy” and less “momma’s boy” every day! It’s a bittersweet experience to see him cling more to dad and sticks and mud and a little less to mom and hugs and kisses. It was definitely a boy experience. Matt insisted on dressing the kid and I was allowed to have very little input on what went down. (Am I sounding like a control freak?)
I love my husband but I can’t say that I love his redneck-mobile. Yes, people. The Redneck-mobile is a junky old jeep lifted much too high for a woman of my proportion. It has tires that are abnormally large and an interior that definitely lacked care from its last owner. Matt says it looks much better now than what it did when he got it a couple weeks ago and all I can think is, Thank GOD I didn’t see it. He lovingly works on this vehicle every minute he gets, tinkering, cleaning, adjusting, etc. To each his own, I suppose. I just hope he gets the headliner back in before him and Tevyn go painting the town again.
The experience, overall, was good. We didn’t catch any fish (I think Matt used this time as more of a trial run to see how Tevyn would do) since we didn’t go anywhere particularly abundant with fish but I’m sure there will be future fishing trips that prove to be much more successful. Maybe next time I can convince him to take my vehicle.
Tevyn and Matt
This could quite possibly be the only proof anyone will ever have that I rode around in the Redneck-mobile. (I like air-conditioning!)