Gone Fishin.

My brother and sister-in-law gave Fawn a fishing pole for Christmas.  He loves it and thinks it is without a doubt the most awesome toy he owns.  He loves to fish, and has also started using the fishing pole as a sort of general use "weapon" -- pointing it at things as if to shoot, swinging as a sword.  Lovely, I know.  But, it keeps him entertained . . . that is until the fishing line gets tangled and leads to a near meltdown.  For this reason, Buck has vowed that when the gift givers have children themselves, this toy will be passed down to them -- so they can enjoy not only the smiles and joy but also the frantic untangling.  For now, though, Fawn's very happy the fishing pole is his.

Blurry, I know -- but hope you can sense the excitement.

Fishing off the back of Buck's pick up truck.

Got it!