So, we decided to go fishing on Sunday morning, which meant that we spent a little bit of time on Saturday evening getting ready. Bobby took Venya out to do the usual pre-fishing routine of gassing up the boat and checking to make sure that we had the right bait. We learned last year that Venya LOVES to fish so he was eager to help get things ready for the big trip.
During their preparations Venya kept asking "Fish...six, zero, zero?" He wanted to know exactly what time we would be heading out. Would it be 6 o'clock? I guess he remembered from last year that the fish bite in the morning, but Bobby was hesitant to answer...I mean, it was a holiday weekend and we really didn't want to be fully committed to a "get out of bed" time.
As we put Sydney and Venya to bed we were still trying to calm his excitement. He was giddy and was acting sort of like it was the night before Christmas as he continued to ask, "Fish...six, zero, zero?" We laughed and said our new favorite word around here which doesn't reallly commit you to anything, "Maybe." We then headed toward our own bedroom to hit the sack.
Well, I was somewhere off in wonderful dreamy land when I heard a voice at the doorway of our bedroom. "Daddy, wakeup, six, zero, zero!" It felt like the middle of the night, but when we turned toward the clock it was in fact...six, zero, zero. We laughed (which felt great to wake up laughing.) This kid was ready to fish and was once again beginning the day dressed and ready, only this time he was in the doorway of our bedroom urging us to wake up!
We asked him later what time he actually woke up. He said with a smile, "Me, wakeup, four, zero, zero...FISH!" I wondered why his bedroom light was on! Apparently he woke up BEFORE the sun and sat there waiting until six, zero, zero. While he and I are still not on the same sleep schedule, I've got to admire his passion for seizing the day...and the fish!
As we put Sydney and Venya to bed we were still trying to calm his excitement. He was giddy and was acting sort of like it was the night before Christmas as he continued to ask, "Fish...six, zero, zero?" We laughed and said our new favorite word around here which doesn't reallly commit you to anything, "Maybe." We then headed toward our own bedroom to hit the sack.
Well, I was somewhere off in wonderful dreamy land when I heard a voice at the doorway of our bedroom. "Daddy, wakeup, six, zero, zero!" It felt like the middle of the night, but when we turned toward the clock it was in fact...six, zero, zero. We laughed (which felt great to wake up laughing.) This kid was ready to fish and was once again beginning the day dressed and ready, only this time he was in the doorway of our bedroom urging us to wake up!
We asked him later what time he actually woke up. He said with a smile, "Me, wakeup, four, zero, zero...FISH!" I wondered why his bedroom light was on! Apparently he woke up BEFORE the sun and sat there waiting until six, zero, zero. While he and I are still not on the same sleep schedule, I've got to admire his passion for seizing the day...and the fish!
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