Month: November 2015 (page 1 of 2)

This cat and his tongue.

Fluffy sleeps with his tongue sticking out

The tongue


The requisite NaBloPoMo post about how I’m eeking through NaBloPoMo.

nine minutes to go
no time for a good blog post
damn nablopomo

Saturday night is haunting me.

getting older means
you pay for a wild weekend
for the whole next week

getting older means
too much caffeine late one night
is a wild weekend

I will spend the next two days trying to avoid spoilers.

Dave heads off to work
every other Sunday night
The Walking Dead waits

Game Night

Game Night

Sing a Song of Love

We’re not perfect parents. Obviously. The chest clip is too low on him in his car seat. He’d been eating fast food. He needs a hair cut.

But he loves us.

I love my mom!

My daddy's awesome!

We sure love him, too.

Julia has piano on Thursdays.

I look for errands
to run after piano
to spend time with her

Leaves like hearts

Each year in November, we put up a Thankful Tree. We cut leaf shapes out of construction paper, write the things were thankful for on them, and display them on the wall with a paper tree trunk.

Writing on leaves for the Thankful Tree

The Thankful Tree

We usually use oak or maple leaf shapes. This year,they’re heart-shaped. Lucy says, “Because of love.”

Let’s Hear It for the Boy*

I celebrated the first day of dance for each of the girls – Julia, Lucy, and Phoebe – with photos of them jumping, twirling, and posing in their leotards before class. Jack’s first day of dance photo…well…

Jackson at dance class

That’s it. (From almost three months ago.)

I didn’t take a picture at home in his dance clothes before class because there aren’t really special dance clothes for boys. I thought a photo at the studio would look a little less regular and more dance-y. But when we got there, getting a picture became less of a priority than making sure he was comfortable and having a great time. And he did have a great time, which is what’s most important. I just wish I had a better picture of it.

*Because Footloose.

And then there were none?

We bought and set up our fish tank nearly eight years ago. The beginning was rough. We went through a lot of fish during the first few weeks. Eventually, they started to thrive enough to build our confidence and we stuck with it, replacing any fish we occasionally lost. (That’s how we ended up with puffer fish and a short-lived second tank. Oh, thank goodness we held on to that second tank.)

Monster was our longest and most industrious resident. He’d lived in the tank around six years. And he was nearly 9 inches long at his death, thanks to all that algae eating he did. Maintaining the fish tank had always been a big job and after he died, it became really overwhelming, even with his tiny replacement, Monster, Jr. bottom-feeding his best. So, I decided to stop replacing the fish when they died with the plan that once the last one expired, the tank would go away. But our population held strong at four fish – two catfish, one pink tetra, and Monster, Jr. – for about two years.

One day over the summer, Jack saw me clean the fish tank. Maybe he’d never really noticed it before, but from that moment, it became his personal mission to explore it. He took every opportunity to get his hands in there. He’d yanked up the bubble stone and knocked over the decorative rock countless times trying to pet the fish. And every time I’d reset the tank and scrub him up, I’d reaffirm my position that once the last fish was gone, so was the tank! I WAS DONE.

As much as I wanted to be free of the fish tank, I never wished for any of the fish to die. But it happened soon enough. A catfish went first. By the time the kids were going back to school, Monster, Jr. had disappeared. We never even found his body. And at the end of September disaster struck.

Aquarium Disaster

Jack added to the tank some toys, snacks, my hairbrush, and we relocated the remaining fish to the our smaller, second tank. Julia and I tried to make the transition smooth, but fish don’t handle stress all that well and a short month later, the final two were gone.

I waited for the weekend to take down the tank. It was bittersweet as I removed the heater, the filter, and the bubble stone. Who knew having a fish tank would be such an adventure? I lifted the decorative rock and tilted it to let the water run out of it’s hollow insides. I gave it a little shake to get the last bit out and PLOP! Monster, Jr. fell into the water. ALIVE.

Monster, Jr. upside with the infamous rock

I screamed, of course, and everyone came running, but I had no words. I just stared, open-mouthed and pointing at the tank. That fish had been inside that rock FOR MORE THAN TWO MONTHS. He survived in there more than an hour OUT OF WATER when I was cleaning the old tank and setting up the new one. IT WAS A MIRACLE. And now, two weeks later, the tank is spotless, the fish is big and lively, and I realize we are never, ever going to get rid of that damn fish tank.

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