Our First Fish, Nemo.

Fish. They are tricky business aren't they? You just can predict how long you will have them. On May 3rd Aleesha invited us to her school carnival. The kids had a ball! They ate cotton candy, snow cones, bounced in a bouncy house, dunked some guy in a dunking booth... they even got their face painted (after standing in line for  2 hours, thank you Kenzi and Leesh for being so patient and even waiting until after the carnival closed!)

Anyways, there was one game they kept trying to play. The object of the game: throw a ping pong in the jar of water and win a fish! Isaac came so close. His bounced out. Dax was so sad. He came up to me with his darling little eyes and said, "mom, will you win me a fish?!" I tried. I sat in line while the kids went and played. I'm not dumb though. With how long the line was and the amount of fish that were left there was no way I was going home with a fish. (Which honestly wouldn't have been the worst thing in the world.) But, Zander had won a fish and the boys wanted one too. So I did what any good mother would do. I asked the gal behind the game booth if I could BUY A FISH! And you know what, she gave me one for 7 tickets! That's it!

So, there I was. Holding my 9 month old and a zip-lock bag with maybe 1/4 cup water inside and my new fish. Isaac and Dax saw me coming and they started running... MOM YOU WON US A FISH?!!! Yes children. Yes I did. "Won" being a relative term. Nothing could take away the joy I felt when I saw the looks on their faces. They were so happy!!! Not even going over to the mall, to eat dinner, carrying a fish in a bag and hoping Dax wouldn't shake it to death before we got home. On our way home Dax named him, Nemo.

We dumped the fish into a jar. Brett was really thrilled (as I'm sure you can imagine.) Luckily Rach had got some fish food from my mom, so I borrowed some from her. It took Nemo a day or two to eat.

Dax had his head in the bowl for the next week. He loved looking at Nemo.

After about a week, Nemo didn't die so I bought a plant and grabbed a bigger bowl and some rocks. I think we made him a pretty nice home. He was such a little thing.

I actually really enjoyed the fish on the counter. I would usually end up feeding him in the morning and he would swim up so quick like he knew I was coming. I loved having a clean tank. He looked so pretty. The boys loved him.

Two months passed and Nemo grew a lot. I wish I would have thought about getting him a bigger bowl. But, we left on vacation. The little neighbor girls took care of him all week.

Sadly, the day we got home Nemo had gotten a little too big for his bowl or it was getting too dirty. But he had jumped out. It made the boys so sad. They were heart broken. They cried and cried. We loved you Nemo and were happy you were apart of our family for two months.

The little neighbor girls were really sweet. They brought over a new fish the next day... same size and color. This is what led me to believe Nemo was getting too big for his tank, cause that fish jumped to his death the next day too. It wasn't as sad for the boys. I think they realized fish are just stupid. Even Isaac picked him up off the floor and carried him to the toilet. (That gave him the power to chase me and Dax around with a dead fish. So glad he didn't loose his humor in a sad situation!) So with that, our fish journey has come to an end.