Fry time

Almost forgot to update: Mama Molly (the fish) let loose with a new batch of a couple dozen fry last weekend. Probably more. Can't count darting little slivers of fishiness very easily. Seriously, these fish need a new hobby other than sex.

My offer to provide you with entertaining fishies still stands, people. All you have to do is speak up.

Anyone?

Bueller?

Mollies, mollies everywhere

If they were insects or rodents, we'd have a serious issue on our hands.As it stands, all is well.

Peep. Peep peep.

Scooter, it's time. I bet Phil would even co-farm with you.

Photo from my un-iPhone.

A window on my world

I have two aquariums in the living room which house 13 small fishies. Our routine is to feed the fish after we eat breakfast and dinner.

Kidlet settled down in front of the tanks after the morning slop, watching the new tetras (no photos yet) gobble their flaky breakfast and said, "You know, watching the fish is kind of like watching TV, isn't it?" I. Love. This. Kid.

What I said out loud: "Yes, sweetie, but so much nicer."

What I let stay in my head: "... and completely lacking in commercials for plastic toys you'll tire of in a matter of days." Ah, the holiday season.

RooneyToons

It's a sad day for our family. Grammy's dog, Rooney, passed away last night. He was 15. Grammy had adopted Rooney and his littermate, Beau, when they were brand new puppies out in Massachusetts; soon after they moved to the Twin Cities. Kidlet has always had great affection for animals, and I'm sure a large part of that is due to her love of Grammy's doggies. We will miss Rooney, but are glad he is once again healthy, happy, and playing with his brother.
Be thankful for little things today.