I have a friend who always has hilarious
strories about her kids. Just normal everyday events that just seem extra funny to me for some reason. Same goes for my sister. Every time I talk to her she has some crazy thing that just happened to her or her kids and I laugh for an hour at her story. Like the time she used her
bluetooth headset for the first time and she freaked out in the parking lot at work, because it vibrated on her ear and she thought there was a bee in her hair. (Sorry, Jenn - had to tell that one!) This story is like that. There's nothing super dramatic, but it's the kind of thing that happens and I think, "Do things like this happen to everyone or just me?" So anyway, here's my fish story.
We have an aquarium. Its pretty big - about 29 gallons. A couple of months ago, our bottom feeder died. We waited several weeks before we finally decided we better get a new one. I took Andrew to the pet store, and we picked out the "algae eater." Very fun. This was about two weeks ago. The water and the tank were very green, so we treated the water, and the fish began to do his job- the glass began to get clearer. About a week later (last Tuesday), I found 2 neon tetras dead. My husband commented on how strange it was that they both died on the same day. I agreed, so I went to the tank to really take a good look. If you know anything about aquarium life, you might have heard of a disease called
ich (pronounced "
ick"). It is a parasite that gets under the scales and looks like little white specks on their body and tail. It is no problem if you catch it early, but I clearly had not paid close enough attention to our tank. Every fish was covered from nose to tail in it. They looked a little bit sugar coated, including their eyes and a couple of them were just kinda floating along - not dead, but not swimming happily, either. "OH NO!" I told Phil. "I think we're too late - all of these fish are going to die." Sure enough, the next morning I got up, and three more fish were dead. One was the
bala shark. The picture above came from
Wikipedia, but ours looked just like that. I have had that fish for about 8 years. I didn't measure it, but I estimate it was a good 5-6 inches long. The thought of pulling that sucker out of there made my skin crawl, but it had to be done. I thought if I just scooped it up into the bathroom trash can I could just dump it in the toilet and not even have to look at it. Well, it wasn't quite that smooth. It took several tries to get this thing through the narrow opening in the lid of the tank. I also had to scoop two other fish out (they, fortunately were much smaller), so the whole time I was whining, "Eew...Eew...Eew..." Andrew was looking on this whole time, apparently very concerned about where we are taking the fish. I run in to the bathroom with the trash can and try to get them all into the toilet with out looking at or touching them, again whining, "Eew...Eeew...Eew..." Just before I flush Andrew looks up innocently and says, "Mommy...
Shishy go potty?" Trying to keep from laughing at him, I say "Yes, baby. Say bye-bye,
fishies." As I reach over an flush the toilet, he looks in and says, "Bye-bye
shishy, see you!" I laughed at how cute that was, washed my hands an went on with my day. The next day, two more dead fish. I avoided scooping them out the whole day. I got busy shampooing my carpet. When I was done with the carpet, I went in the bathroom to dump the dirty water down the toilet, and when I lifted up the seat, there it was. The eyes of that dead
bala shark were staring up at me from the opening in the bottom of the toilet. I was HORRIFIED. Never did it occur to me that the fish wouldn't FIT! I must be WRONG! So, I flushed again. Nope, he popped back up.
EEW ...
EEW...
EEEEEW! Thank God He blessed up with a house with three bathrooms! About two hours later my husband came home, and in what I'm sure was the worst
whiny-wife-voice he ever heard, I told him of my plight. "I'll take care of it, " he assured me. That night before bed, I asked him if he got the fish. "No," he said, "I'm going to have to find something to grab it with first." The next
morning when I got up, Phil was already at work. I peeked in the toilet to see if it was gone. Still there.
EEEEEW! All day I tried to psych myself up enough to pull that fish out of the toilet with a pair of little plastic tongs that I found. I just couldn't do it. I laughed at my ridiculous self at one point, and thought I might go in and take a picture of the fish peeeking up from the toilet to share on my blog, but I couldn't even do that. I kept that door closed all day and used the other bathroom. At the end of the day my husband finally came to my rescue, and removed the poor thing. He put it in several layers of plastic grocery bags and put it in the trash can in the garage, awaiting the next pick up day. My hero.
Sadly, all of the fish are now dead, including our new bottom feeder. Andrew, I'm sure, doesn't understand this at all, but simply states, "Mommy,
shishy go bye-bye."
Yep. Bye-bye,
shishy.
If you're a mom, you have those days. The ones where you feel like you aren't accomplishing anything, you aren't contributing anything valuable to the world, and you are lost in mommy-land 'till who knows when. BUT you also, hopefully, have the days where you feel like a super hero and you want to shout I AM WOMAN HEAR ME ROAR! Well, yesterday was one of those days for me (the kind where I get to roar). I hope you allow me to pat myself on the back a little - sometimes if you don't do it, no one will, right? Well, yesterday we went to the zoo. And by we I mean me, Andrew, and Aaron. Now, lots of moms take their kids to the zoo without Dad, but today was somehow different. Was it the fact that we got through our visit without spending a dime? (We ate a healthy lunch that I packed and didn't buy a single snack!) No, I think it was the visit to the elephants that boosted my ego. You see, the zoo recently announced the birth of a new elephant. They even more recently began allowing the public to visit the baby and his mama. We made it to the main entrance of the zoo around 10:15, and I saw the sign that said the baby elephant viewing is from 11:00 - 1:00. I kinda wanted to hit the aquarium first, but decided we would probably NOT have a good time if we had to wait an hour for the baby elephant. So we headed there first. As I approached the elephant area, I saw that they had created kind of a maze for people to stand in line - like at an amusement park. We started on the path, and quickly made it to the entrance of the elephant house. A few other families were there, and everyone was parking their strollers outside the door. It became clear to me that we were going to have to go inside to see the new little guy, and that strollers were, apparently, not allowed. It was only 10:30, so I gave Andrew a snack, made Aaron a bottle, and began to make preparations to take both children into the elephant house without our stroller
. At about 15 till, they started letting people in. I got Andrew out, strapped on his little backpack (it has a leash!), and started to get the front carrier out. Then I changed my mind. Aaron had just started his bottle - I'd better hold him instead. We got ourselves situated, and found our place in line. Now remember, my stroller was parked literally about 10 paces from the door. After 10 minutes of waiting, we actually got into the building. I assumed we would walk up to the glass, ooh and aah at the cute baby and be on our way. No. It really WAS like an amusement park - you know, you wait, and wait, and you get inside and think you are almost there, then you see another maze of people still waiting in front of you. Apparently mama and baby usually do a lot of walking, so lots of people get to see them as they go by, but today they decided to stand still, so only small groups of people were getting by at a time. Picture me, in line in this little building. In one arm I am holding a baby, in the other I am clutching his blanket, Andrew's hat, which he decided not to wear inside (how polite of him), AND the bottle which I am feeding the baby. My purse is on my shoulder, and around my wrist is the tether that is attached to Andrew's backpack. Andrew is wrapping himself around me like a dog around a tree, so I have to keep spinning around in circles to unwind him. As we make our way around the little maze, I look ahead, and I see two families that have strollers! You CAN bring in a stroller! GGrr! Well, I tell myself that I would have regreted bringing in a double stroller into this small space, an
d continue unwinding myself from my son. I am not a fan of big crowds, so I was a little annoyed about the outcome of this adventure, but my kids didn't mind one bit! Andrew was WONDERFULLY well behaved, as was Aaron who happily sucked on his bottle and grinned at me around the nipple every time I looked down at him. He really is SO precious. The docents were very helpful and one of them who saw my balance wavering a little guided us to the glass. FINALLY Andrew was standing still! He stared and stared at the adorable little elephant as it suckled at its mama. With the tether looped around my wrist, I was able to tuck the blanket and hat under my arm, reach in my purse and grab my camera. Thank goodness for modern technology - every thing is so small these days I only need one hand for my camera! Aaron was still smiling in my left arm as I took pictures with my camera in my right hand. After about five minutes, I said "Okay, say bye-bye!" And Andrew called out in his sweet little voice, "Bye-bye, 'phant, 'ee you!" As we walked to the exit, I spied the two strollers near the door. Aaa - who needs a stroller? ROAR! (Okay, I was, relieved to get back to ours.) I looked down at my watch - it was 11:15. Yes, it could have been 
MUCH worse. We saw the cute elephant and survived the crowd and the line in under an hour with no meltdowns and no lost children, sippy-cups, or pacifiers. After the elephants, we met up with my friend Trish, who brought her 2 year old daughter Ava. VERY helpful having a friend when you have two boys who need diapers changed. THANKS, GIRL! OH, and did I mention that my friend is 7 months pregnant? ROAR! (That's for you, Trisha!) We peeked in at a tiger who was hiding in the shade, and Andrew enjoyed a visit to the petting zoo before we had our lunch. We headed back to the car around 1:30, and both boys were sleeping soundly by the time we even got out of the parking lot. I think I'm gonna really enjoy this zoo membership. I'll have to be sure to visit the lions next time - ROAR! Heehee.
