Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Tiny Bubbles....Where's the Wine?

Friday was a busy day. I had to take Trey to school, come home to do some cleaning and then turn right back around to get Trey from school before running some errands. It's been hot and sticky. The hot part is normal, sticky...not so much. It's making me cranky. As I walk up to Trey's classroom, his teacher runs up to me with wide eyes and starts talking very quickly. The first thing I think is: 'you've got a piece of gold glitter in your eyebrow' and the second is, 'oh no, what did he do?'. All I hear is something about it's Trey's turn to take bubbles. What? No one sent me the memo about bringing in bubbles today. You aren't even studying bubbles. Am I in trouble? Is he in trouble? What the heck are you talking about, lady??? No, that wasn't it at all. It was our turn to take home the class pet, Bubbles. Sigh... Why couldn't they have asked me this this morning? Don't they know I have things to do? I replied with, "I'll have to come back for him, otherwise we'll have baked flounder in the car."

So after throwing my carefully scheduled Friday off track, we drove all the way back to the school, which by the way, is no where near on the way to or from anything and picked him up.

Do ya see him? He's that teeny tiny purpley-blue thing. I have no idea what kind of fish this is, but he was a great attention diverter for the entire weekend.
"Mommy, I wanna watch tv."
"Go see Bubbles"

"Mommy, I wanna snack."
"Go see if Bubbles is ok"

"Mommy, I cracked my head open on the corner of the sink."
"Well, go see if Bubbles is still swimming and then I'll look at it."

Alright, so that didn't really happen but it sure did keep Trey in the dining room for a good part of the weekend.

My main concern were these two:

Fortunately for them, they didn't even realize a yummy treat was right under their noses.

By the way, that's Trey's crib before we were even able to bring him home from the hospital.
BAD Mozart!! And Autumn is waiting to use the potty, apparently.


Mama Duck said...

Thanks for visiting me!

Bubbles is a Beta (Chinese Fighting Fish)...if you get to take him home again, stick a mirror in front of his bowl and he'll get all macho and try to kick his own a$$. They're very funny that way. It's kinda mean to do that, but entertaining nonetheless.

Katy said...

It is true, what Mamaduck says. i did that to my betas many times. Evil, I know.

Judy said...

Yep, the mirror trick is cruel, but fun. I mean, have you ever known a fish to hold a grudge?

We used to have a Beta that lived for what seemed like forever. They are resilient suckers!

Chevy Rose said...

I use to keep swordtails. They like sushi on the run.....lol

Beth said...

I use to have a beta fish on my desk at work, I loved to watch in go nuts with the mirror lol.

Tammy said...

That's funny, the cat in the crib. Cute. Does he still do that?

It's nice how the schools just hit you with that. It would have been nice if they had mentioned something to you.

Jen said...

If we have Bubbles again, I will have to try that mirror trick. I tried to keep him visually stimulated while we were gone with colorful pictures and such, lol.

And no, the cat no longer hops into the crib (toddler bed now). Once it got that baby smell, he had no interest any more. He just liked the fact that it was clean and flat. Probably a good thing otherwise Bill would have turned him into cat-burger. He's been waiting for an excuse to get rid of both of them!