Every time I take the babies to Wal*Mart we say hi to the Elmo car ride at the front of the store and immediately head back to see the fishies. The babies LOVE the fishies. They love them so much they kiss the tanks - EWWWWWW! Don’t worry, I take sand paper and bleach to their lips after. J/k, but I would like to since that is just gross. Anyway, they love the fishies. They love all animals, but I am a mean mommy and refuse to get them one. I do love animals, but I do not love animals enough to want one. I do not LOVE animals like my sister Ang who takes her “bubbas” everywhere and treats them like her other children. So yes, I am a mean Mommy and the only way my kids see animals is at Wal*Mart. Hahahah.

I had asked Jeff if we could get them a fish a couple of months ago and he said he didn’t think it was a good idea. Booo Daddy. You’re even meaner than Mommy! So no fish for us. =(

But wait! When does Mommy ever listen to Daddy? The babies love fish. Fish are low maintenance. Fish do not require walking, brushing, cleanup detail (well, a little clean up, but not like a litter box or backyard ick). They don’t make noise, they don’t shed, they don’t bark. Perfect!

Introducing Blue! Our new Betta Fish.

Isn’t he pretty. When I picked him out I really had no feelings at all towards the little bugger only that the babies would love him. We picked out a pretty vase and rocks for his new home. We talked to other Betta owners who schooled us in Betta 101, How to Keep a Fish Alive. We brought him home, arranged his bowl, fed him dinner, and watched him swim around. Sometime in there I came to love this little guy. He is our first pet as a family. He is the babies Baby Blue.

Let’s hope I don’t kill him and have to explain the toilet burial to the babies at such a young, tender age. =)
*Jeff informed me I was well on my way to killing him already by putting him on the piano that the babies “play” VERY loudly so I moved him to his new home far away from the “music”.