"You get a line, and I'll get a pole..Honey"

..you get a line and I'll get a pole...Babe. You get a line and
I'll get a pole...we'll go down to the crawdad hole....honey, baby oh
mine."

This is one of those random "songs" I have stuck in my head. Where it came from? Who the heck knows? My dad bought Lil Man a fishing rod because he was always wanting to play with his Poppa's. Well....the weather wasn't exactly lake weather this weekend, so....we improvised! [grin]. Lil Man practiced with his new rod in the backyard.....with his ever present sidekick, Jake.

A daddy showing his little boy how it's done.

(Obviously, you can see the house under construction in the background. We're getting some neighbors...young neighbors that is. Woo Hoo!! Our subdivision is mostly mid 40's and up. So we're excited! AND to make it even better, they have a little boy. Lil Man will have him a playmate!!)

"OK. Got my rod and tackle box. Let's do this!"

He looks so serious trying to figure it out. It amazes me what a little boy is naturally attuned to.

Getting some "help" from Jake.....these two are like brothers I swear. They annoy the heck out of each other but heaven forbid if someone messes with either one!

Practicing his cast.Ok ok..... I guess he's had enough of me taking pictures. I only took about 100. [grin] I was playing with different settings. I have to say this is a look he has probably seen me give more often than not. It cracked me up!.....but, I do think this was the last picture I took.


I have to give The Hubby a shout out. I am normally the one doing all the photo taking (unless we pay someone to do family shots that is!) He actually took several pictures BUT I had not showered for days! (JK JK!!!) I had showered but hadn't washed my hair so we'll just pretend those didn't take place. That's the good thing about this blog..... I can put what I want and say what I want.