Tater Gator

You-know-who is a crawling machine. She's truckin' all over this joint. Better not leave any doors open or she'll take her act on the road. She's also standing up next to just about anything she can get her paws on, including the rails of her crib. We just lowered the mattress and are thinking that we'll have to lower it again. She's also really into eating Cheerios. She's got the pincer grip working with both hands, but many Cheerios still manage to find the floor. No matter - Lucy likes Cheerios as much as the Tater! The cutest is when she holds the Cheerio and bites it in half. That's a diet technique that I'll have to try.

Here is a set of pics from Mother's Day. The Tater and I are kicked back, enjoying an ice cold cerveza...




While Famous mows the lawn:

Actually, we were just checking that Famous could run the new mower if I found my karma under a bus. After mowing the lawn we fired up the grill for a grilled meat medley:

We spent Memorial Day weekend with Gram and Gramps and the rest of the crew back in the Motherland. It was lots of fun! Here's the Tater sharing some porch time with Famous. Just out of the field of view is a 3 foot drop to the water, so we had to keep a close eye on her.

Gram and Gramps have a pool, and while I was looking forward to it, Tater Gator was not so sure. Here she frets over her upcoming pool experience:

But that was a lot of worrying over nothing. It was great fun!

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One should stand to truly and thoroughly enjoy one's crawfish and beer.
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We spent two days on Blind River and got caught in a rain squall on one of the sunset cruises, so we wrapped the Tater in a towel to keep her dry.




Here's a pic of three generations of Cajun ladies passing the time on the porch swing:
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My nephew got this small alligator to strike a frog imitation lure, but we couldn't get him onto the porch. I took this pic from about 4 feet away. What would we have done if we did get him onto the porch?


Here's a pic of my river rat nephews headed into the swamp armed with an oar, a shovel, 2 fishing poles, and 2 BB guns. Anything that didn't hide, got killed.

Yours truly has raced twice since last time I wrote. I got a decent 3rd in a road race and then won a Tuesday nighter. Historically I haven't counted the Tuesday nighters but I'm not racing much and decent results have been hard to come by, so I'll take it.

Here's a close-up of the Butter Bear:

And one more. This one is way over-exposed but it sure shows off her blue eyes (and her drool)!

Until next time,

Sweet Potato and family