Man Time

Whenever we come to Seattle, Peepaw tries to do some one on one bonding with Jake. A little man time if you will. Sometimes it's tinkering in the shop, messing with wood or screws, mowing the lawn or wrapping things with bungee chords. Not sure if we ever did manage to free Peepaw's shop stool or not...

Now that Jake is a little older, Man Time is a little more serious.

The boys are going fishing.

I'm not sure who was more excited, Jake about going fishing with his Peepaw or me about going shopping without him. *shrug* We may never know.

I had a pep talk with Jake before he left, "you better do exactly as Peepaw tells you because I gave him permission to throw you overboard."

I also had a pep talk with Peepaw, "Jake is kind of a talk-your-ear-off-know-it-all, so...please don't throw him overboard."

Let's go fishing!

"Thiiiisss, is a fishing pole. NOT a light saber. Let's just make that clear right from the start."


It quickly became obvious that Jake was a better fisherman than anyone. Ever. Here's one.


Annnnd, two.


Yup, three.


Got number four on the line there. We should all take note of his very professional leg on the bench ninja fishing stance.


And since he's better at everything than everyone, Peepaw made him drive the boat back to the dock.


You can't out-fish this guy. He was made in Alaska.

Since Jake won the Catch The Most Fish Contest (everything is a contest with this kid and you never know you're even IN a contest until after he declares himself the winner) he made Peepaw buy him Oreos and a Payday. That's man lunch.

Whilst fishing, Jake mentioned to his Peepaw, while he watched Peepaw club the fish over the head, that he'd never seen anything die before. Except a bug. So he took some time to inspect the carnage by feeling the teeth and poking the eyeballs. Fascinating. Then he ate one for dinner. And he loved it.

I should also mention that Peepaw did manage to catch three fish as well. And we couldn't be prouder.