Ice Fishing

After cinnamon rolls, we went ice-fishing. We took 2 of Eli's friends along. Other than one stepping in a hole and sinking up to his thigh, it was uneventful. He was a very good sport about it. It was warm enough that he took off his snowpants and we rung them out, then let them dry a bit before putting them back on. And, though I can get really freaked out if I let my mind wander about the ice holes, they really are too small for a kid to fall through.
Catching a fish!

Eli and Logan.

Evan was still sick, but very diligent in watching his hole.