No shoes, no shirt, no problem

Summertime here on our creek has been hot and steamy most days, and until last night, we were hitting in on some sort of drought.   But the lack of rain turned out to be good for crabbing, and in the last two weeks, we’ve had record catches – as of this past Saturday, we had nearly four dozen jumbo crabs in our holding tank.   For those of you readers who do not live in the Chesapeake Bay area, this is somewhat akin to having a minor gold mine in your back yard.

We keep inviting people over to eat them with us, but they are gaining on our stomachs.   Here is a shot of the holding tank over the weekend…

…and another of the grandaddy of the catch…

Cooper was so overwhelmed with the angry crustaceans being boiled alive in Miller Light that he escaped into his own corner of the world…

(He is acutally eating a pear from our pear tree in the back yard.   All organic sounding, yes, but this is one that he found on the ground and started chomping on before anyone realized….)

Speaking of Cooper, he has turned into a Ham.   Bathtime is his favorite time of day, and he will often ask for a bath as many as ten times before lunch.   He is a veritable mer-man…

His other favorite time of day is running around  naked from his room to mine while I chase him with pajamas.   A few nights ago, I let him run in there while I fetched the jammies from his room.   Kenny was playing with the digital camera, and happened to snap this shot…

yes… if you look very closely in the lower  half, that is poop on my carpet.   YES, this is the SECOND time this has happened to me in a month.   YES.   I need to get his diaper on right away after that bath.   Thanks, Aunt Harriet, for the quick advice…

I didn’t even know about the poop until Kenny said, “Look at   the pictures I took!” and on inspection said something that sounded “Oh crap!” and yes, that’s what it was.   I did ask Kenny why he didn’t tell me that Cooper pooped on the carpet sooner.   “I thought you already knew” was his reply.    

No problem.