I have to admit that I was a little nervous walking with my whole life out onto a frozen lake. No amount of ice can make me think I am safe. I am always pretty sure that we are all going to fall through to our icy graves.
But, luckily that did not happen. It was a little of an adventure, if that's what you want to call it, taking all three kids ice fishing. Sam just wanted to reach his arm down into the hole and step in it, and that would be another fear of mine is a child slipping through the hole and me not being able to fit through it to go get them. Wouldn't that be awful!? But Dallin reassures me that the hole is small and the bulk from the snowsuit would make it hard for him to fall through.
I'm pretty sure that Dallin was put here on this earth to bring some rationality into my life.
After the kids lost patience with the fishing...which didn't take long. They had fun pulling each other around on the sled.
Dad gives some pretty crazy rides.
All in all it was great couple hours because we even caught a fish!



















































