The Secret Lives of Fish

I stopped by at Little Bug's school today for her Valentines Day Party, which was super cute. In the classroom, I noticed a board entitled "Our Pets". It had each kids name on it and either "no animals" next to their name or the names of animals listed. Next to Eve's name was written: Foofa, Charla. I have no idea who or what that is. I asked Little Bug who Foofa was and she said, "our silver fish, and Charla is our golden fish he's my favorite." Apparently Little Bug has named our fish, and never told us. I've seen her standing in front of the fish tank with her friends pointing to the fish and telling her friends about them so I wonder how long Foofa and Charla have had names.

We didn't think Little Bug was really attached to the fish, but back when we moved into the new house we weren't sure how well moving the fish would go since they have gotten really big. We kept telling her that the fish might not go to the new house, that they might be too big and will want to go to the ocean. One headed to the "ocean" and the other two survived the transition. We didn't think she really noticed until we heard her on the phone saying, "In my new house I have two fish, I used to have three fish, but now I have two, one fish went to the ocean."

South Pacific Goes South

I've fallen off the blogging wagon what with "life" happening, but my New Year's resolution is to keep capturing those sweet moments of the girls. Considering it is mid-February and I this is my first entry perhaps my New Year's Resolution isn't off with a bang, but I'll try. And since my life is now girl(s) pluralized, it is time to introduce Little Chick to the blog. As Little Chick isn't quite as vocal as Little Bug, it'll be skewed heavily towards the latter.

Now, onto the story. In order to save time at night, either daddy or I will take a shower with Little Bug. She likes to play games in the shower, which is interesting considering we are in a stall shower. She actually tries to play hide-and-seek, and yells "mommy, you have to hide!"...in the shower...with no shower curtain. Anyway, I like to sing with her in the shower - it is a mixture of Disney, show tunes and then whatever songs she makes up. I thought it would be funny to teach her, 'I'm Going to Wash that Man Right out of my Hair'. It was super cute with her soaping up her hair and singing at the top of her lungs, until she made up her own lyrics, including: "I'm going to get that man right out of my legs" and "I'm going to wave that man right out of my bottom." I should have seen this coming since singing about her bottom is one of her favorite things to do in the shower. If Broadway comes calling, I don't think we'll answer the phone.