Grace's last birthday marked her entry into "double digits." This is a big deal to a wee one leaving single digits, mind you. (I do believe the spark fades a skosh as 10 becomes 20, 30, 40...well, you get the idea).
So, our first-born is now 10 and, we all agreed: this called for one special gift.
Grace started out wanting a sea horse because, well, all horses are fantastic, don't you know - even when they live in the ocean?! In a shocking and (at moments) alarming display of her mother's genetic bearings, she began checking out stacks of books from the library and besieging Google with queries to discover, "Just how does one keep a pet sea horse?"
Answer? You don't. Apparently, they're harvested by pet shop suppliers and rarely live in captive tanks while the few that do seem to be plagued by infirmity and - I'm serious here - terrible bouts of depression. If you've met Grace, you'll know, then, that this was absolutely out of the question at the appearance of the word "harvested".
So what to do?
She's a Black Moor Goldfish with telescope eyes. Grace went on a date with Daddy to pick out all the supplies - from the color of her tank lid to the gravel inside. Then we all went on a family outing...and she picked the precise fish she wanted.
Once home, fish and gear in hand, we started the setup process. Everyone took part in inaugurating her special friend into the fam.
Pouring in the water fascinated Judd.
Then Grace introduced Noel to her new home...and fed her for the first time.
Now, over a month later, Grace is still cleaning her tank weekly - it's more of a process than perhaps you think. But that water's always clear, and she could tell you that fish's personality - part and parcel complete with owner's commentary.
So, our first-born is now 10 and, we all agreed: this called for one special gift.
Grace started out wanting a sea horse because, well, all horses are fantastic, don't you know - even when they live in the ocean?! In a shocking and (at moments) alarming display of her mother's genetic bearings, she began checking out stacks of books from the library and besieging Google with queries to discover, "Just how does one keep a pet sea horse?"
Answer? You don't. Apparently, they're harvested by pet shop suppliers and rarely live in captive tanks while the few that do seem to be plagued by infirmity and - I'm serious here - terrible bouts of depression. If you've met Grace, you'll know, then, that this was absolutely out of the question at the appearance of the word "harvested".
So what to do?
We got a fish.
Meet Noel.
Meet Noel.
She's a Black Moor Goldfish with telescope eyes. Grace went on a date with Daddy to pick out all the supplies - from the color of her tank lid to the gravel inside. Then we all went on a family outing...and she picked the precise fish she wanted.
Once home, fish and gear in hand, we started the setup process. Everyone took part in inaugurating her special friend into the fam.
Take note that she ended up with not one but two sea horses. Oh, thank you decorative fish tank accessories company.
Pouring in the water fascinated Judd.
Now, over a month later, Grace is still cleaning her tank weekly - it's more of a process than perhaps you think. But that water's always clear, and she could tell you that fish's personality - part and parcel complete with owner's commentary.
I love that girl.
And she sure does love that fish.
And she sure does love that fish.
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