"Teach a Man to Fish..."

... and that's all he'll ever want to do.

I don't think that's how the old quote really goes, but it pretty much sums up the boy.

We spent the last two weeks visiting family, and fishing was high up on the list of activities. Until... the accident.

But that's another long story for another day.

First stop: Baba and Papa's house in South Carolina. The boy fished...



hung out with stinky farm dogs...



and built a new home for his hermit crab... with a LOT of help.





Me? I sat my hiney on my parents' screened-in porch and read 3 books... whilst sipping lemonade and tea... bliss.
We also went to the movies and ate a load of good food.

After a few days on the farm, we packed up - again - and left for Florida.
The 2 cats stayed behind at "summer camp" with their grandma.

In Florida, at Nana and Pops' house, it was hot. Really hot. We went to the beach a few times...



tried to catch those little tiny fish and crabs in the surf...



and caught a jellyfish...



There was also another trip to the movies, more good food, and still more fishing. The boy went out fishing with Nana and Pops every chance he got... on the river (in the boat) and at the little ponds on the neighborhood golf course.

After a week in sunny Pensacola, we drove back to my parents' to pick up the cats and celebrate the 4th of July. There was more good food. (Do you see a pattern here?) There was a semi-professional fireworks display in the driveway. There was a BBQ and a snake show... NOT attended by me. (I was celebrating our nation's independence by stimulating the economy at the pottery warehouse.)
And there was...

no more fishing. (Did ya notice?)

The boy had declared a "break" from catching fish. That's only because one had recently "caught" him. But, that's a fishing tale for another day...

All in all, we had ourselves a mighty fine time.

And our little trip to the Gulf Breeze Hospital ER was just icing on the vacation cake.

I promise it's a great story... and I have X-rays to prove it.