I mentioned that last weekend we fishsat for our neighbors. They have a little fancy goldfish in a bowl named, appropriately enough, "Fishy." We took care of him for the weekend and took care of feeding and changing his water, since he's in a little bowl and goldfish are particularly dirty creatures. Our kids went crazy, and it was all we could do to prevent them from committing fishicide, since they were hellbent on feeding it as many times as possible (which we couldn't allow, because goldfish eat til their intestines burst). We tried to convince our neighbors to take one of our old fishtanks to keep Fishy in, but they declined.
All weekend long BigDaddyFish kept saying "I want fish again." I reminded him that we had decided to wait until we got to our new house to have fish again, since we have a tendency to take it overboard when it comes to fish. But all week long he whined and complained about how much he missed having fish.
Wednesday he came to help me with the ballet pickup (don't ask, it's a PITA with Uncle Orca/AgincourtDB out of babysitting action) and he took Little Man over to the fish store across the street after ballet. He was supposed to be getting plants so that we could set up a small fish tank on our kitchen counter. So of course we now have this:
It's kind of hard to see, but there are two fish in there. There were three, but Trout learned a hard lesson about how fish are not petting kinds of pets and she has to keep her hands out of the tank and off the glass. They are platties, life bearers and our favorite kind of fish. The two we have right now are female; the male was killed, but he most assuredly got the other two pregnant before he died, and we'll be getting another male on Wednesday after ballet.
I had other pictures, but since I don't have a clue how to use the macro setting on my camera, they're all blurry. The kids are loving having them around, and I have to say I've enjoyed it, too. Nemo can't stop saying "Shee-shees! Shee-shees!" every time he sees them, and the bigs fight over who gets to sit on Granddaddy's stool next to the counter and watch them. It's cool.
Here's another picture that isn't too too blurry:
My Mother's Day weekend included a nap for two hours in my big comfy bed all by myself, 2 breakfasts in bed, a shopping trip to best buy where an insane amount of money was spent on Wii and DS games, and an equally insane amount of time spent playing said games after we got home. In addition to the requisite hand-made cards that made me cry, of course. This was after Muffins for Moms at Sunny's school on Thursday, where I not only ate a delicious crumbly muffin but was gifted with my third puzzle piece pin. Guess we have to stay local so I'll get my fourth when it's Nemo's turn, eh? Since Mother's Day is always so bittersweet for me, not having my own mom around, it was nice to just make it all be about me for a change. Hope yours was great, too.
In the annals of ew that's gross, it seems that Trout was carrying around the dead fish in her pocket. Since Saturday. Just in her pocket, not in a baggie or anything. Little Man told on her and I was never so grateful to have a tattletale in the midst. I may or may not have squealed a little and made her dispose of it properly and wash her hands in the hottest water she could stand. Ewww.