So, in case you're keeping count, our small fresh-water fish tank, as of last week, was home to two fish, an algae-eater fish, and a frog (Jeff, Hannah Montana Gabriella S____, Jackson, and Toby, respectively).
While we were away camping, I returned home to feed and take care of the dob (because our original plan fell through), and I gave the fish two flakes of food. That's it. Two flakes. I swear.
On Tuesday we found Jeff floating on his side, at the bottom of the tank-- and Jackson looked like he was sucking Jeff. Eww. We flushed Jeff, and told Casey in the morning. He took it all in stride, which is good. It's just a fish, after all.
In other news, Casey rode his two-wheeler bike at "camp" this week-- successfully! He also actually went rock climbing with some of his classmates and his first grade teacher. And he slept through the big rumbles that we felt here earlier this week (which totally freaked me out).
Marcie is still sassy as ever. She refuses to get dressed in the morning, put her pajamas on at night, or follow directions. She just says, "No, I don't want to." We've tried rewarding her, punishing her, and ignoring her (not all at once). Nothing works. On the one hand, this is terrible for me as her mother. On the other hand, at least I have confidence that no one will convince my daughter to do anything she doesn't want to do.