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Yesterday was my husband's birthday and he got a couple of things.
First, he stopped at Home Depot on his way home from work and got 3 "Russian Machine Never Breaks" 5-gallon buckets (
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Andrewtfw
- yes, they have commemorative Stanley Cup buckets). He got one for himself, and one for each of the boys.
Later in the evening, Josh stopped by for cake and to bestow upon Jeremy a "Potato Puffer" (one of the congo puffers) that he's been utterly obsessed with.
While I made a few last-minute changes to Potato's new tank (the 30B in the fish room), Jacob (the 2-year old) caught site of him in his bag. He dubbed him a catfish, and fully committed to stealing him and putting him in his bucket. He was determined that "catfish" was his and was going to live in his Stanley Cup bucket... so much so that he started bawling when I released the fish into his new home. It reminded me a) of my love of fish and b) what I did as a child when our first-grade classroom "chicks" were sent to wherever they send chicks to after first graders are done hatching them.
Unfortunately for Jacob, the fish room is not open to kids because it's both a mess and the utility room. As a result, I've found myself mentally measuring all available wall space in the house trying to decide where I could fit a tank with a 36x18 footprint that isn't right in front of a window or blocking off an entire hallway
. I think the answer is that we're all out of space.
First, he stopped at Home Depot on his way home from work and got 3 "Russian Machine Never Breaks" 5-gallon buckets (
mchambers
Andrewtfw
- yes, they have commemorative Stanley Cup buckets). He got one for himself, and one for each of the boys. Later in the evening, Josh stopped by for cake and to bestow upon Jeremy a "Potato Puffer" (one of the congo puffers) that he's been utterly obsessed with.
While I made a few last-minute changes to Potato's new tank (the 30B in the fish room), Jacob (the 2-year old) caught site of him in his bag. He dubbed him a catfish, and fully committed to stealing him and putting him in his bucket. He was determined that "catfish" was his and was going to live in his Stanley Cup bucket... so much so that he started bawling when I released the fish into his new home. It reminded me a) of my love of fish and b) what I did as a child when our first-grade classroom "chicks" were sent to wherever they send chicks to after first graders are done hatching them.
Unfortunately for Jacob, the fish room is not open to kids because it's both a mess and the utility room. As a result, I've found myself mentally measuring all available wall space in the house trying to decide where I could fit a tank with a 36x18 footprint that isn't right in front of a window or blocking off an entire hallway
. I think the answer is that we're all out of space.
