New York 2012: Day Four

July 3rd we mixed it up.  Elizabeth and Daddy had made a roadtrip to Uncle Mark and Aunt Mary's (and Cousin George's!) the night before, with the order from Barb to be back at Bette's Place by 11:30am, come hell, high water, or the Corn Valley (home of the Leprechauns, at least as Mark would tell it).

Originally, the idea was that we'd spend July 3rd with the Bracco side of the family, and the Larrisons would come up on Independence Day.  Instead, we mixed the two families on 3 July 2012, and it was great! I think brother Scott gave Grandpa Frank a more enjoyable conversation than I ever had: Scott is not only by nature voluble, he also has an interest in professional sports, and he knows at least a little bit about fishing. Here's what I know about fishing: I'm not crazy about it, especially as it pertains to removing hooks from fish (esp. fish eyes), or putting worms on hooks (esp. blood worms).

Glow necklaces (and rave flashback) courtesy of Barb Brophy.

McKenna's first fish of, like, a thousand.

Grillmaster Scott.

McKenna spies the sunfish she's spent her whole life chasing. 

Family resemblance.

Extra, extra: Four-year-old catches fish with Disney Princess rod!

The old Rocky Point crew.

If I were a fish, I'd write a horror movie about this girl.

To paraphrase Ray Bradbury, fishing is a lonely business.

Don't do it, Connor!

Elizabeth enjoyed fishing alone...

... and with a friend.

The fact that Suzanne was so happy to be picked up by Connor -- practically a stranger -- was incredible. This went on the whole trip: she loved him right away.

Co-captains.

Suzanne fears not the leeches.

Jim Junior and McKenna.

All tuckered out after a big day.

Marshmallows don't roast themselves.

Jim Junior isn't messing around with his marshmallow. He'll roast it to within an inch of its life.

The Force is strong with this one. (And Daddy's getting tired of making up captions for marshmallow-roasting pictures.)