From Rob
Since it's all said and done, I guess I'll write about it. Back in the Fall Rob applied for a dream job - a tenure-track professorship at a small liberal arts college about 20 minutes from our house. The biology department there is a close-knit group of delightful people, and we were both really hopeful about Rob's chances.
In December he got a phone interview (which ended up being a face-to-face interview, which was fine by Rob), and then in early January he got the Real interview, which was 6 hours worth of presenting, meeting people, etc. He met with the Dean of the department, the President of the college, and the entire department. It was pretty intense, but again everyone was really nice.
The next week Rob heard back. There were 2 positions open, and Rob was in the top 3. After much debate, they chose the other 2. So, happy 3rd place to Rob!
No crying for us, though. Strangely, we weren't sad about it at all. I mean, it was disappointing, and it would have been a great job. But after Rob went and interviewed, all the anxiety went away. He felt really good about the interview, he felt like he showed them who he is and what he's about, and there's really not much else you can ask for in an interview process. On top of that, Rob has a great job right now, things are stable, his boss is a goddess, and we're happy.
Also, it was Rob's birthday on Wednesday. And he shaved off his beard. Those were unrelated events.
From Tamra
As of 2 days ago, I officially own the van sitting in my driveway. So I guess I can't say it's my parents' van any more. It's a 1997 Dodge Grand Caravan. It's served my parents well for all this time, and the odometer proves it: 377,000 miles. Did you even know that number existed?! It's awesome. I want to walk around saying to people, "Guess how many miles my van has on it."
We intend to use it lightly. As I see it, the van's put in good time and deserves a rest period before the end comes. We're hoping that it lasts a year or two, and I think that's reasonable if we don't stress it out. It's really nice to be able to go to the store during the day, to the museum with Tank, etc. Hurray!
And I would insert another picture of it, but it's still covered in snow, and do you really need a picture of our van? No. You'll live.
From Miciah
She's still being Miciah. She reads and reads and reads, till all hours of the night. She's still doing piano and likes it when she's not whining about practicing. In general, though, her whining has gotten much better. She's a delightful 9-year-old and I have a good time with her. It's amazing how not yelling at someone every day really changes your relationship with that person. The tension that's always been there between us is less and less every day. We'll sit next to each other and just make each other laugh. It's lovely!
Miciah is still acing school with little effort. She was accepted into her school's gifted program for language arts starting next year. I think it means they'll actually try to challenge her, which is good. When I explained to her what the program was supposed to be like, to see if she wanted to do it, she said, "Language arts is so easy." Yes, sweetie, that's why they want to put you in an advanced class. Miciah also gets lots of comments from her teachers about how nice and respectful she is, which is something we expect from her. She's a great kid.
From Elijah
Elijah is crazy hyper most nights, and I'm counting down the days till good weather. He gets worse as he gets more tired, and by 8:00 it's almost intolerable. One night I told Tank and Elijah they had to go to bed. Tank said, "How come Miciah gets to stay up?" "Because Miciah doesn't get crazy when she's tired." Tank thought about that and then said, "But she gets whiny." Good point.
Elijah is a softie. We're only 1 movie away from finishing the Star Wars "saga," and he's still sad for Darth Vader. All through movies 4 and 5, while Vader was doing horrible things to people, Elijah was saying things like, "But he's still good, right?" No! He's not! Rob did tell him that there is some sort of happy ending for him, just so Elijah wouldn't freak out.
Elijah is also the kid who reminds us to read scriptures at night. If I suggest (because I'm lazy sometimes) that we just skip it, Elijah gets upset. He loves to read the verses, and he's getting pretty good. Scriptures are great, cause there are lots of big words to challenge new readers, but also lots of repetition to give them confidence. If they can't read anything else, they can always get "and it came to pass."
And a good Elijah story. Rob was gone and I was putting the kids to bed, but I was also really, really grumpy for no reason. So I told Elijah to go to bed and I'd be in to tuck him in "in a second." I needed some time to sit on the couch and just breathe before I went in there. You know, enjoy the silence for a few moments. As Elijah was walking to his room, and I was reassuring him that I'd be in "in a second," he said, "Does a second mean a minute to a parent?" Hmm. Apparently the answer to that is yes.
From Teancom
Tank's accomplishment for the week: Playing at the museum for 3 hours! We've had a museum membership for the majority of the time we've lived here. It's a great place for the kids, and they've loved it. Except for Tank in the last few months. We'd go and he'd throw a fit the entire time (I think I wrote about it). SO frustrating. So we decided that when the pass came up for renewal, we wouldn't do it. What's the point, if he's just going to throw fits the whole time?
On Saturday we took all 3 of the kids, and I was surprised by the fact that all 3 of them were really into it. I kinda thought that Miciah and Elijah were getting too old for the Children's Museum. Apparently not. So I told them that I'd give it a couple tries with Tank, see if he liked it better now. And he played happily. No fits, even when we left.
While we were there he asked me to crawl through the Woods area with him. There are tunnels and ladders and a slide. It's pretty great. I told him that I'd play for 10 minutes and then he needed to play on his own. He thought that was acceptable. So I took my coat, my purse, and my library copy of The Autobiography of Mark Twain. The tome probably weighs like 75 pounds. It was comical, I noted, as I shimmied back and forth through a climbing tunnel, pushing my book ahead of my body at every turn. Rob laughed at me when I told him the story and said, "Why didn't you just leave it on the bench?" What?! Leave a book behind? "What if someone took it?" Rob just looked at me. "Right. Cause it's a hot seller right now." Fine.
From Cleo
Our cat is about to be my brother's cat. Keith asked if he could take her up to his apartment in Dayton, and I happily agreed. Cleo still hasn't forgiven us for getting a dog. She stays in the basement all day long and therefore gets zero attention. Miciah was pretty sad when we told her, cause of all of us, she likes Cleo the best. Miciah's room is downstairs, and she cuddles with Cleo every night. Miciah cried for a while, but I explained that Cleo really would be happier at Keith's place. Miciah agreed, but that didn't mean she had to be happy about it. I suggested that she make something to help her remember Cleo. She took pictures and did a scrapbook page, and she's been happier ever since.
From Kui
Love my dog. We're still working with her, teaching her who's boss. We'd had her a few months before I felt like she really "got it" that we're in charge. She's barking less and behaving better in general, so we're making progress with her. She's a very compliant dog, and she was super well trained before we even got her. We're just fine tuning it. ... Love how cuddly she is. Love, love my dog.
And that's all of us. Happy almost February!
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Friday, January 28, 2011
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Cat for Sale or Trade
She really is a beautiful cat. Not as elegantly gorgeous as Max (can there ever be another cat as gorgeous as Max? I think not), but still very pretty.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Good News!
We have some good news to report and it makes me happy that we have any real news to report at all. :)
Rob's Post-Doc
First, as some of you know, Rob has secured his post-doc! Rob met with Dr. Bob Colbert at Cincinnati Children's Hospital yesterday. Dr. Colbert has the space and money for Rob to come into his lab if Rob wants, and Rob told him he wanted to. Apparently there isn't too much formality for a post-doc, so this is about as formal as it's going to get. Rob will be funded by a training grant that requires us to stay for at least 2 years and not longer than 3 (that's when the training grant runs out). We are excited to be staying in Cincinnati and all the good things that means. Rob really likes Dr. Colbert's lab and the people in it, and he has heard nothing but good things about Dr. Colbert. Dr. Colbert seems like he will be another good mentor for Rob. He promised to expect a lot from Rob and help him stretch and grow (including helping Rob write his first grant and get his own funding), which is perfect. He said he understands about family obligations and is willing to be flexible with Rob's time, so long as Rob has a good balance. All in all, this is a great opportunity and we're looking forward to the next stage.
Someone in Dr. Colbert's lab said that to do a competitive post-doc with the intention of going into academics (something Rob may or may not do), you have to work 70 - 80 hours a week. That's double the time Rob's putting in now, and that's insane to expect of anyone, I think. When Rob met with Dr. Colbert, he said that he of course DIDN'T expect Rob to be working 80 hours a week, since Rob has a family. That was a relief to me. I don't mind Rob putting in more hours than he is now, but 80 hours a week is more than I want him to work. I would like to see Rob every now and then.
Teancom is Walking
The other exciting news is that Teancom is now walking!!! This is fabulous news as he is approaching 17 months and we were starting to get a little worried. Walking is still not his primary mode of transportation, but he can walk about as far as he wants to. He's a little wobbly still, but he can manoveur around objects and turn around and stuff like that. Awesome! So we're excited about that. A woman at church looked at me and said, "Is he walking?" I told her that he was but that he's just walking. She said, "oh." Like, oh, okay, good to know. Then I said, "Yeah, at 17 months." She then said, "OH!" :) It cracked me up how different the response was when I said his age. Another friend of mine said, "Though I don't know why we're encouraging you to walk, since you'll be a terror soon when you're walking." I said, "Yeah, but if he doesn't walk soon, we have to worry about if he might be retarded. So walking at this point is good."
He has also started talking a lot more. He will repeat lots of things you say, though I don't think his vocabulary has increased. He can repeat, "Oh, yeah" (which is DANG cute), "please", "thank you", and "you're welcome". He does more readily say ma ma and da da and bye bye, and they're becoming more understandable. He definitely says juice, which sounds something like "gunk gunk".
Teancom just isn't a very active child compared to most kids his age. He's getting more curious about things and more determined to do what he wants to do, but he's still really mellow. It is a wonderful baby characteristic to have. ... We went over to a friend's house so she could teach me how to make gingerbread (more on this story later), and she said, "Teancom's pulling on his ear. Does that mean he's got an ear infection or that he's tired?" I told her that it just means he exists. To which, in the retelling, my uncle quipped, "I have an ear, therefore I am." :) Teancom is ALWAYS sucking on two fingers and holding his ear with his other hand. This is part of the reason he's so calm. If he's bored, he'll suck on his fingers and hold his ear. If he's getting tired, he'll suck on his fingers and hold his ear. If he's hurt, ... you get the point. So he rarely cries and if he does, it doesn't last long. I think that while this is nice now, it will be hard to break him of the habit later. I'm not looking forward to that.
Elijah's Binky
Speaking of habits to break, how long has Elijah not had his binky? A few months now? Well, while playing in the basement two weeks ago, he found a straggler. He brought it upstairs and said, "Mommy, look! My binky!" He hadn't put it in his mouth, but he was intent on holding it and claiming it as his. Rob was wanting to take it away. He asked Elijah to throw it away. Elijah refused. I told Elijah to just go downstairs with it, which he did. To my amazement, he never did put it in his mouth, but for the next several days he was asking for his binky again. We'd say, "Elijah, you don't have a binky any more." He'd say, "Yes, I do! It's downstairs!" Funny. (Yes, it has been thrown away by now.)
Miciah
Miciah is still Miciah. She is loving to do her hair now (she did it the other day for like half an hour) and she gets pretty creative with it. This is good for me, cause I have no idea how to do hair and I don't care much about it. Miciah LOVES it, and I would also love for her to learn how to do it herself. It is odd to me that she is so into it. This is a foreign thing to me. She's much more girly than I ever have been (not hard to pass that mark). But it's also fun for me to be forced to like those things a little. If it were up to Miciah, though, we'd paint our fingernails every night and do our hair all fancy every morning. Since it's up to me, those things hardly ever happen, so I'm glad she's taking her own initiative.
She is also very creative with paper. She spends probably an hour or more every day doing a "project". She colors a ton and makes cards. And these aren't just normal cards. She makes cards with hidden pull-outs and cards with 4 pieces of paper and cards with an envelope on the inside. I'm continually amazed with what she comes up with on her own. Some of the things she makes I know she's seen before, but most of those things she hasn't. I scrapbook, but I prefer to do it alone (Miciah tries to take over projects, which I can't stand: is it my time/project or isn't it?), so she has seen me do very little scrapbooking or card-making. We have a collection of cards that I can't bring myself to throw away. They're so cute, and she takes a lot of effort to try to make us feel special with them. She'll also make cards for us from Elijah: she'll ask Elijah what he wants on the card, write his name on it, and then let him color some of it. She's even made us a card from Teancom! Her thoughtfulness blows me away. Almost every day I have a "surprise" waiting for me, usually a beautiful card. It's a fun thing and it certainly adds love and light to our home.
Miciah is an asset to our home.
Though she is getting much "better" at skillfully lying. She won't deny the truth, she'll just shade it differently. Like this story. It's a combination Miciah and Elijah story. Elijah is getting into EVERYTHING lately. He makes "mountains" out of couch cushions or out of the things that go on their beds (plus anything he can find on their floor). He takes everything out of the kitchen cabinets that he can reach. He pulls all the video games, videos and DVDs out of their spots and puts them all over the living room floor. And he does all these things on the same day. This is mildly amusing to me and I don't worry too much about it. Often it means Rob comes home to a house that is trashed, but it makes me think that someday I'll be wishing I had little ones trashing my house, so I can be amused about it while I can. (Though I must admit, it does not encourage me to clean my house. I find I clean my house less and less these days.)
The Wire Whisk Incident
So the other day Elijah was releiving the kitchen drawers of their utensils and spreading them throughout my house. Like normal. But this time he decided to throw the wire whisk at Miciah. I don't think it hit her, but it definitely came close. So she threw the egg beater whisk thing back at him. (Of course this happens while I'm on the phone, but if you're a mother, you KNOW that's when things like this happen. It's some sort of unwritten rule.) They both got time-outs in separate rooms. I went into Elijah first and talked to him about how it's not good to throw kitchen utensils, or anything else, at your sister, or anyone else. He was quick to say he was sorry (he usually is) and was out of his time-out. I went into Miciah next. She was by this time (maybe 5 minutes?) crying and fussing like a baby. This is her new tactic, though I have no idea why she thinks it should be effective. I asked her why she got a time-out. She said, "Because I dropped the thing and then slid it across the floor." Wow. That's a pretty skillful lie, I thought. She wasn't denying she did SOMEthing with the utensil, but she just gently slid it across the floor. Right. I said, "No you didn't, you threw it at Elijah." I had watched the whole thing happen, so I knew and she couldn't re-write that much. She said, "Well, I threw it, but I threw it at the ground, not at Elijah." :) Pretty clever, I thought. Don't deny the whole truth, just tweak it a little. I told her she could stay in her time-out until she was ready to admit she threw it at Elijah.
So round 2. I gave her another few minutes and went back into her room. We'll try the same question: "Miciah, why are you in a time-out?" She says, "Because I threw that thing at Elijah." "Yes. Yes, you did. Now why did you throw it at Elijah?" I realize the answer is obvious, so I quickly form it as a question, "Beause he threw something at you?" She says, "Yeah, and it hit me RIGHT HERE!" and points at her neck. "No he didn't, Miciah. He threw it near the ground." She says, "Well, he hit me right here!" and points to her knee. I start repressing a smile and I look at her with that "you better start telling the truth pretty quickly because I'm done with this crap" look that only moms can pull off. She then says, "Well, it hit me SOMEwhere!" And I lost it. I cracked up. Pretty soon we were both laughing. She still got the same lecture: be nice, don't throw things, even if he throws something at you. But we got a good story out of it!
I attached a few pictures. One is of our cool gingerbread house! There is a family in our ward that makes gingerbread houses every year (one year they made Hogworts castle. No joke) and they invited us over this year to make them for a fun family night. They had it down, but we have never made a real gingerbread house. They had the gingerbread all made and cut out, so we just had to assemble it. It turned out AWESOME! So we took pictures. I returned yesterday so she could teach me how to make the gingerbread. It's a tradition that we plan on incorporating into our family Christmas celebration from here on out. Rob really grooves on gingerbread houses, actually. I never thought I liked the taste of gingerbread, but apparently I'd just never had fresh gingerbread or something. Because it was good. So now I theoretically know how to make gingerbread and icing. I'm going to attempt a batch this week and see if I can make some gingerbread people.
The other is of Teancom "cooking." We had left some mugs and other things on the table, and Elijah had brought out a wooden spoon. Rob walked into the dining room to see Teancom stirring with the wooden spoon in the mug. Cute.
And the last picture is of Rob's creation. :) Last night Rob and I went to the annual Christmas party for his department. We didn't go last year for some reason now lost to me. Anyways, they have a contest for the best ornament made with all lab supplies. It's a fun contest and they give a little prize for it. Anyways, this is what Rob came up with. Pretty creative, I thought, and so did everyone else, because he won the prize. The girl who got second place (she made a really pretty snowflake made with slides and sucrose (sugar) glued to the slides with silicone stuff) was upset because hers was actually a hanging ornament and Rob's was a decoration, not an ornament. :) Last night Rob took pictures of it on our tree, and he says that, even though he has to return a lot of the supplies to the lab, we can keep it around this Christmas. It's actually pretty cool, though something about it makes me shake my head.
Hope you are all doing well! We love you all.
Tamra, Rob, Miciah, Elijah, Teancom, and Cleo
Oh, we think we're going to keep Cleo around. Her ringworm is gone and she's doing really really well in our home. She's happy here and everyone in our home is happy to have her back, even me. Turns out having only one cat isn't near as hard on the house and everyone else as two cats was. Cleo's also a slightly different (and better) cat by herself. Plus, Elijah the other day was petting her, looked at me and said, "Mommy, Cleo is my best friend." How do you argue with that?
Rob's Post-Doc
First, as some of you know, Rob has secured his post-doc! Rob met with Dr. Bob Colbert at Cincinnati Children's Hospital yesterday. Dr. Colbert has the space and money for Rob to come into his lab if Rob wants, and Rob told him he wanted to. Apparently there isn't too much formality for a post-doc, so this is about as formal as it's going to get. Rob will be funded by a training grant that requires us to stay for at least 2 years and not longer than 3 (that's when the training grant runs out). We are excited to be staying in Cincinnati and all the good things that means. Rob really likes Dr. Colbert's lab and the people in it, and he has heard nothing but good things about Dr. Colbert. Dr. Colbert seems like he will be another good mentor for Rob. He promised to expect a lot from Rob and help him stretch and grow (including helping Rob write his first grant and get his own funding), which is perfect. He said he understands about family obligations and is willing to be flexible with Rob's time, so long as Rob has a good balance. All in all, this is a great opportunity and we're looking forward to the next stage.
Someone in Dr. Colbert's lab said that to do a competitive post-doc with the intention of going into academics (something Rob may or may not do), you have to work 70 - 80 hours a week. That's double the time Rob's putting in now, and that's insane to expect of anyone, I think. When Rob met with Dr. Colbert, he said that he of course DIDN'T expect Rob to be working 80 hours a week, since Rob has a family. That was a relief to me. I don't mind Rob putting in more hours than he is now, but 80 hours a week is more than I want him to work. I would like to see Rob every now and then.
Teancom is Walking
The other exciting news is that Teancom is now walking!!! This is fabulous news as he is approaching 17 months and we were starting to get a little worried. Walking is still not his primary mode of transportation, but he can walk about as far as he wants to. He's a little wobbly still, but he can manoveur around objects and turn around and stuff like that. Awesome! So we're excited about that. A woman at church looked at me and said, "Is he walking?" I told her that he was but that he's just walking. She said, "oh." Like, oh, okay, good to know. Then I said, "Yeah, at 17 months." She then said, "OH!" :) It cracked me up how different the response was when I said his age. Another friend of mine said, "Though I don't know why we're encouraging you to walk, since you'll be a terror soon when you're walking." I said, "Yeah, but if he doesn't walk soon, we have to worry about if he might be retarded. So walking at this point is good."
He has also started talking a lot more. He will repeat lots of things you say, though I don't think his vocabulary has increased. He can repeat, "Oh, yeah" (which is DANG cute), "please", "thank you", and "you're welcome". He does more readily say ma ma and da da and bye bye, and they're becoming more understandable. He definitely says juice, which sounds something like "gunk gunk".
Teancom just isn't a very active child compared to most kids his age. He's getting more curious about things and more determined to do what he wants to do, but he's still really mellow. It is a wonderful baby characteristic to have. ... We went over to a friend's house so she could teach me how to make gingerbread (more on this story later), and she said, "Teancom's pulling on his ear. Does that mean he's got an ear infection or that he's tired?" I told her that it just means he exists. To which, in the retelling, my uncle quipped, "I have an ear, therefore I am." :) Teancom is ALWAYS sucking on two fingers and holding his ear with his other hand. This is part of the reason he's so calm. If he's bored, he'll suck on his fingers and hold his ear. If he's getting tired, he'll suck on his fingers and hold his ear. If he's hurt, ... you get the point. So he rarely cries and if he does, it doesn't last long. I think that while this is nice now, it will be hard to break him of the habit later. I'm not looking forward to that.
Elijah's Binky
Speaking of habits to break, how long has Elijah not had his binky? A few months now? Well, while playing in the basement two weeks ago, he found a straggler. He brought it upstairs and said, "Mommy, look! My binky!" He hadn't put it in his mouth, but he was intent on holding it and claiming it as his. Rob was wanting to take it away. He asked Elijah to throw it away. Elijah refused. I told Elijah to just go downstairs with it, which he did. To my amazement, he never did put it in his mouth, but for the next several days he was asking for his binky again. We'd say, "Elijah, you don't have a binky any more." He'd say, "Yes, I do! It's downstairs!" Funny. (Yes, it has been thrown away by now.)
Miciah
Miciah is still Miciah. She is loving to do her hair now (she did it the other day for like half an hour) and she gets pretty creative with it. This is good for me, cause I have no idea how to do hair and I don't care much about it. Miciah LOVES it, and I would also love for her to learn how to do it herself. It is odd to me that she is so into it. This is a foreign thing to me. She's much more girly than I ever have been (not hard to pass that mark). But it's also fun for me to be forced to like those things a little. If it were up to Miciah, though, we'd paint our fingernails every night and do our hair all fancy every morning. Since it's up to me, those things hardly ever happen, so I'm glad she's taking her own initiative.
She is also very creative with paper. She spends probably an hour or more every day doing a "project". She colors a ton and makes cards. And these aren't just normal cards. She makes cards with hidden pull-outs and cards with 4 pieces of paper and cards with an envelope on the inside. I'm continually amazed with what she comes up with on her own. Some of the things she makes I know she's seen before, but most of those things she hasn't. I scrapbook, but I prefer to do it alone (Miciah tries to take over projects, which I can't stand: is it my time/project or isn't it?), so she has seen me do very little scrapbooking or card-making. We have a collection of cards that I can't bring myself to throw away. They're so cute, and she takes a lot of effort to try to make us feel special with them. She'll also make cards for us from Elijah: she'll ask Elijah what he wants on the card, write his name on it, and then let him color some of it. She's even made us a card from Teancom! Her thoughtfulness blows me away. Almost every day I have a "surprise" waiting for me, usually a beautiful card. It's a fun thing and it certainly adds love and light to our home.
Miciah is an asset to our home.
Though she is getting much "better" at skillfully lying. She won't deny the truth, she'll just shade it differently. Like this story. It's a combination Miciah and Elijah story. Elijah is getting into EVERYTHING lately. He makes "mountains" out of couch cushions or out of the things that go on their beds (plus anything he can find on their floor). He takes everything out of the kitchen cabinets that he can reach. He pulls all the video games, videos and DVDs out of their spots and puts them all over the living room floor. And he does all these things on the same day. This is mildly amusing to me and I don't worry too much about it. Often it means Rob comes home to a house that is trashed, but it makes me think that someday I'll be wishing I had little ones trashing my house, so I can be amused about it while I can. (Though I must admit, it does not encourage me to clean my house. I find I clean my house less and less these days.)
The Wire Whisk Incident
So the other day Elijah was releiving the kitchen drawers of their utensils and spreading them throughout my house. Like normal. But this time he decided to throw the wire whisk at Miciah. I don't think it hit her, but it definitely came close. So she threw the egg beater whisk thing back at him. (Of course this happens while I'm on the phone, but if you're a mother, you KNOW that's when things like this happen. It's some sort of unwritten rule.) They both got time-outs in separate rooms. I went into Elijah first and talked to him about how it's not good to throw kitchen utensils, or anything else, at your sister, or anyone else. He was quick to say he was sorry (he usually is) and was out of his time-out. I went into Miciah next. She was by this time (maybe 5 minutes?) crying and fussing like a baby. This is her new tactic, though I have no idea why she thinks it should be effective. I asked her why she got a time-out. She said, "Because I dropped the thing and then slid it across the floor." Wow. That's a pretty skillful lie, I thought. She wasn't denying she did SOMEthing with the utensil, but she just gently slid it across the floor. Right. I said, "No you didn't, you threw it at Elijah." I had watched the whole thing happen, so I knew and she couldn't re-write that much. She said, "Well, I threw it, but I threw it at the ground, not at Elijah." :) Pretty clever, I thought. Don't deny the whole truth, just tweak it a little. I told her she could stay in her time-out until she was ready to admit she threw it at Elijah.
So round 2. I gave her another few minutes and went back into her room. We'll try the same question: "Miciah, why are you in a time-out?" She says, "Because I threw that thing at Elijah." "Yes. Yes, you did. Now why did you throw it at Elijah?" I realize the answer is obvious, so I quickly form it as a question, "Beause he threw something at you?" She says, "Yeah, and it hit me RIGHT HERE!" and points at her neck. "No he didn't, Miciah. He threw it near the ground." She says, "Well, he hit me right here!" and points to her knee. I start repressing a smile and I look at her with that "you better start telling the truth pretty quickly because I'm done with this crap" look that only moms can pull off. She then says, "Well, it hit me SOMEwhere!" And I lost it. I cracked up. Pretty soon we were both laughing. She still got the same lecture: be nice, don't throw things, even if he throws something at you. But we got a good story out of it!
I attached a few pictures. One is of our cool gingerbread house! There is a family in our ward that makes gingerbread houses every year (one year they made Hogworts castle. No joke) and they invited us over this year to make them for a fun family night. They had it down, but we have never made a real gingerbread house. They had the gingerbread all made and cut out, so we just had to assemble it. It turned out AWESOME! So we took pictures. I returned yesterday so she could teach me how to make the gingerbread. It's a tradition that we plan on incorporating into our family Christmas celebration from here on out. Rob really grooves on gingerbread houses, actually. I never thought I liked the taste of gingerbread, but apparently I'd just never had fresh gingerbread or something. Because it was good. So now I theoretically know how to make gingerbread and icing. I'm going to attempt a batch this week and see if I can make some gingerbread people.
The other is of Teancom "cooking." We had left some mugs and other things on the table, and Elijah had brought out a wooden spoon. Rob walked into the dining room to see Teancom stirring with the wooden spoon in the mug. Cute.
And the last picture is of Rob's creation. :) Last night Rob and I went to the annual Christmas party for his department. We didn't go last year for some reason now lost to me. Anyways, they have a contest for the best ornament made with all lab supplies. It's a fun contest and they give a little prize for it. Anyways, this is what Rob came up with. Pretty creative, I thought, and so did everyone else, because he won the prize. The girl who got second place (she made a really pretty snowflake made with slides and sucrose (sugar) glued to the slides with silicone stuff) was upset because hers was actually a hanging ornament and Rob's was a decoration, not an ornament. :) Last night Rob took pictures of it on our tree, and he says that, even though he has to return a lot of the supplies to the lab, we can keep it around this Christmas. It's actually pretty cool, though something about it makes me shake my head.
Hope you are all doing well! We love you all.
Tamra, Rob, Miciah, Elijah, Teancom, and Cleo
Oh, we think we're going to keep Cleo around. Her ringworm is gone and she's doing really really well in our home. She's happy here and everyone in our home is happy to have her back, even me. Turns out having only one cat isn't near as hard on the house and everyone else as two cats was. Cleo's also a slightly different (and better) cat by herself. Plus, Elijah the other day was petting her, looked at me and said, "Mommy, Cleo is my best friend." How do you argue with that?
Monday, November 5, 2007
Latest Update
If it would be closer to Thanksgiving, I would appreciate that. I have not been able to think about anything except the season's great food for almost a week! It's tantalizing. I might just make pumpkin pie early, but would that spoil the greatness of pumpkin pie on Thanksgiving? One never knows.
I sent you all Halloween pictures. Halloween was good. We had our traditional Dinner-in-a-Pumpkin meal (which the kids actually don't eat--we feed them hotdogs), and it's always fun to cook a meal in a pumpkin. It makes me want to cook ALL my meals inside a cleaned out pumpkin. Cause it's cool.
Cutting Back on Stress
The last few weeks have been good. Around last month I was about done with all the activities our family was doing. We were busy with so many good things that I didn't ever feel like Rob and I got to spend time together or even have a normal conversation. It felt a little out of control. So we slowed WAY down and it's been nice to breathe a little bit. We took out anything that wasn't absolutely necessary and spent a lot of evenings at home together instead of out and about doing stuff or having people over. The break has made us better able to do the things we need to do, and the things we want to do. We have just started to add a few more things back in: having a few people over for dinner, stuff like that. So now I'm not bitter at Rob being so involved in his church calling. :) I was bitter for a minute until we took this break and I realized that a lot of what I was upset about was the fact that our family was too busy doing other things. Though, I have asked Rob to cut out some of the things for his calling, too. Balance. This is a hard word for me. A work in progress.
Miciah
Miciah is getting better and better at reading. We have a parent-teacher conference at the end of next week. The teacher said she would have a reading assessment for us when we went in to meet with her. The teacher said Miciah is "just cool", but she could have just said that to make all those parental pride emotions inside of me feel good. :) She's a great teacher and we feel lucky for Miciah to be in her class.
A few days ago Miciah came to me with 28 cents. She asked if I could put it in her piggy bank. We created piggy banks for Miciah and Elijah for when they earn money. I told her she had to earn the money and where did she get it from (because she only earns money by doing chores and stuff like that--they play the penny game: a penny for every item they clean up). She said she got it on the bus. I asked her to elaborate and she told me a friend on the bus saw a "jewel" that one of her classmates had given her for her birthday. The kid on the bus wanted it and "traded" her the 28 cents for the jewel. ... I wasn't sure what to say about that. Miciah sold something to another student. In the end I decided that counted as earning money and put the coins in her piggy bank.
Elijah
Elijah is still a rambunctious 3-year-old. He's so sweet sometimes and then just all energy and boy at other times. But it's really cute when we see how sweet he is. He's more considerate than I am BY FAR, and that's refreshing. Sure, you can teach consideration, but we didn't teach him--he came with it.
At Halloween, there was a guy sitting on his porch smoking. He didn't have any candy. Now WHY would you sit on your front porch smoking on Halloween night without candy? Who knows. Elijah started walking up the steps and the guy said he didn't have any candy. We started calling Elijah back, but he wasn't really getting it. We said he could just tell him Happy Halloween, which Elijah apparently took as a go ahead and walk up to get candy. So he finished walking up the steps. We hastily explained to him that the guy didn't have any candy and went to get him down (cause he wasn't coming down). He turns to the guy in the middle of all this fun chaos-like atmosphere, smiles, and gives him a thumbs up. :)
Night Terrors
For a few weeks Elijah's night terrors spiked in frequency. He really hadn't had many until we took his binky away. We took his binky away 2 months ago now, and at first he just didn't go to sleep very well. Then he got used to that and the night terrors started coming back instead. There weren't that many at first, so I wasn't sure it was connected to taking away the binky. Then there was 2 or 3 weeks where they were 3 times a week or more. They'd changed in nature a little, but they obviously were night terrors. We were about to the point where we were ready to ask the doctor about them--if there was anything we could do--when they quit. I just realized the other day that he hadn't had one in like 2 weeks. He will now wake up occasionally in the middle of the night, around midnight (he's ALWAYS done this, even since he was a baby sleeping, otherwise, through the night), be a little sad but able to be comforted, and then go back to sleep. ... We just had Teancom's check-up on Friday, which you'll hear about in a minute, and we asked the doctor about the night terrors. I told him a little of the history and described a little bit about his behavior during them. The doctor said 1- we had it pretty easy compared to some kids' night terrors, and 2- it made a lot of sense to him. The binky was his comfort item which helped curb the night terrors. Then we took that away and he had to adjust again. Having a comfort item helps curb night terrors. So I was glad at least that what we were observing made sense.
But an after affect of taking the binky away is that Elijah now does not take a nap at all. He occasionally will fall asleep watching a movie, or he'll fall asleep in the car (even more rare, since I'm not out and about much in the afternoon now). But no naps on any kind of regular basis. In fact, I'm having a hard time recalling when his last nap was.
Teancom
Teancom is the cutest baby ever. He's dang happy and content with life. He still is not walking, though, and he's not really talking, either. At the check-up, our doctor asked if we were concerned about either of those things. We told him we weren't really, we just wanted to keep an eye on it. He described it much how we do, "It would be nice if he were doing those things, but I think he'll get there." He said he was encouraged by his interaction with us, and how active he was. He did tell us we could send him to Children's for developmental testing for his walking and his talking. He said mainly it would be for peace of mind--plus, we wouldn't have to keep addressing it at doc's visits in the future. We turned that down, just cause we're not really concerned. Teancom has done everything so far at his own pace, and just about the time where we're starting to be really concerned about it, he starts doing it. So, I fully expect that he'll start walking at 18 months, a week before the next doctor's appointment. :)
And then his language will take off, too, I'm sure. Right now the only word he says that is truly a word is "No." He's got that one down. Not that I'm sure he always knows what it means. There are just times I KNOW he knows what it means. He's developing his attitude. He's taken to throwing sprawling fits on the living room floor. Usually it's because he's hungry and I haven't fed him yet. He does know how to sign for food, but I've found that if he's REALLY hungry, he won't sign any more, he'll just throw a fit. Fun. :) But at least he has an opinion about it now, and that's nice. Before it was hard for me to tell when he was hungry at all, because he seemed not to care so much. Then we taught him the sign for food and he would wake up from naps signing for food. :) And now he's moved up a level from that--throwing fits when I don't feed him soon enough.
But, still, he's so dang happy and cute and cuddly! I don't know any other 15-month-old that still loves to be cuddled and squished and loved on like he does. He's very calm for a 15-month-old. And I love it. Miciah the other day said, "Mommy likes Teancom better than all of us, even Daddy." I smiled. I told her that I don't like him better, I just love that I can still gush him. I asked her if I could gush her and she said she wouldn't like it. I told her that Elijah didn't like it, either, and it would just be weird if I did it to Rob. So I have to get it while Teancom will still give it. I'll be a little sad when he's more active. It's nice to just carry him around during church and not have him going crazy because he's bored out of his mind. He's just content to be held while he sucks on his fingers and plays with his ear.
That's the kids.
Thacker Family Fireside
Family stuff. Something very cool happened last week for the family. Rob's parents and sisters and brother, G, came down to do a fireside for the ward. It was titled, "What Think Ye of Christ?" and was a wonderful evening of song and testimony. They each gave a personal story and then sang a song to go along with that testimony. The last song, entitled Tender Mercies, had C on the violin, the rest singing, and our friend in the ward, RH (who is a FABULOUS pianist), accompaning. It was AMAZING. As the presentation ended, I was almost in tears about the fact that it hadn't been recorded. It is my new goal in life to have them perform it (or something like it) again in C and M's branch, or V & C's ward, so we can work on getting a recording of it. (There are rules about what can be recorded where in the ward building. We didn't look very hard into getting it recorded, since they had told us no because that's the rule. I think had Rob or I made a personal plea about how this is a precious piece of family history, they would have let us record it. Because that was the right thing to do. But, alas, now we just have that regret.)
Anyways, it was amazing and a great family moment.
I am doing good. Working on this idea of Balance. That will be a life-long endeavor.
Rob is doing good, too. His paper (as always, it seems) is near completion and he's working on his second paper and his dissertation. We have a June 13th graduation in sight (it's a Friday, which I think is fun), and Rob has a committee meeting on Wednesday to try to convince them he'll be ready to graduate then.
Post-Doc Search
We're also still in the process of trying to find a post-doc. The woman he's been in contact with at the NIH is a flake and so we're looking into other options. This whole thing has been a process of better defining what exactly Rob wants to do for a post-doc. It is still possible that we will stay here in Cincinnati, but it's not Rob's first choice. There are lots of advantages for our family if we stay here, but it has to be right, whatever the choice is. I kicked the current "opportunity" out the door (the woman at the NIH he's been in contact with). Rob isn't as fed up as I am, but he's ready to start expanding his post-doc options now. Bottom line: There is no news to report. We're still in phase 1 (and in some cases, phase 0) of decisions about post-docs.
Cleo
Oh, and I should probably report about Cleo, our cat. We had given her to C, but she wasn't doing well there, so we took her back. There is someone here that is interested in her, possibly, but the day after she got back to our house, we found the elusive ringworm. You know, the ringworm that everyone in our family had, that C's family had, and that we were pretty sure the baby cat, Fumasa, had passed to us. We took Cleo in to get a treatment for it. We've been doing that for, what, almost 4 weeks. It's getting better, but slowly. A week or two after we took Cleo in, they found ringworm on Ceasar, too. The two different vets seperately concluded that Fumasa is a carrier for ringworm. Fun! So Cleo is with us until she is healthy, and then hopefully she'll go to another good home. ... So much for being cat free. :)
And that's our update.
Tamra and family
I sent you all Halloween pictures. Halloween was good. We had our traditional Dinner-in-a-Pumpkin meal (which the kids actually don't eat--we feed them hotdogs), and it's always fun to cook a meal in a pumpkin. It makes me want to cook ALL my meals inside a cleaned out pumpkin. Cause it's cool.
Cutting Back on Stress
The last few weeks have been good. Around last month I was about done with all the activities our family was doing. We were busy with so many good things that I didn't ever feel like Rob and I got to spend time together or even have a normal conversation. It felt a little out of control. So we slowed WAY down and it's been nice to breathe a little bit. We took out anything that wasn't absolutely necessary and spent a lot of evenings at home together instead of out and about doing stuff or having people over. The break has made us better able to do the things we need to do, and the things we want to do. We have just started to add a few more things back in: having a few people over for dinner, stuff like that. So now I'm not bitter at Rob being so involved in his church calling. :) I was bitter for a minute until we took this break and I realized that a lot of what I was upset about was the fact that our family was too busy doing other things. Though, I have asked Rob to cut out some of the things for his calling, too. Balance. This is a hard word for me. A work in progress.
Miciah
Miciah is getting better and better at reading. We have a parent-teacher conference at the end of next week. The teacher said she would have a reading assessment for us when we went in to meet with her. The teacher said Miciah is "just cool", but she could have just said that to make all those parental pride emotions inside of me feel good. :) She's a great teacher and we feel lucky for Miciah to be in her class.
A few days ago Miciah came to me with 28 cents. She asked if I could put it in her piggy bank. We created piggy banks for Miciah and Elijah for when they earn money. I told her she had to earn the money and where did she get it from (because she only earns money by doing chores and stuff like that--they play the penny game: a penny for every item they clean up). She said she got it on the bus. I asked her to elaborate and she told me a friend on the bus saw a "jewel" that one of her classmates had given her for her birthday. The kid on the bus wanted it and "traded" her the 28 cents for the jewel. ... I wasn't sure what to say about that. Miciah sold something to another student. In the end I decided that counted as earning money and put the coins in her piggy bank.
Elijah
Elijah is still a rambunctious 3-year-old. He's so sweet sometimes and then just all energy and boy at other times. But it's really cute when we see how sweet he is. He's more considerate than I am BY FAR, and that's refreshing. Sure, you can teach consideration, but we didn't teach him--he came with it.
At Halloween, there was a guy sitting on his porch smoking. He didn't have any candy. Now WHY would you sit on your front porch smoking on Halloween night without candy? Who knows. Elijah started walking up the steps and the guy said he didn't have any candy. We started calling Elijah back, but he wasn't really getting it. We said he could just tell him Happy Halloween, which Elijah apparently took as a go ahead and walk up to get candy. So he finished walking up the steps. We hastily explained to him that the guy didn't have any candy and went to get him down (cause he wasn't coming down). He turns to the guy in the middle of all this fun chaos-like atmosphere, smiles, and gives him a thumbs up. :)
Night Terrors
For a few weeks Elijah's night terrors spiked in frequency. He really hadn't had many until we took his binky away. We took his binky away 2 months ago now, and at first he just didn't go to sleep very well. Then he got used to that and the night terrors started coming back instead. There weren't that many at first, so I wasn't sure it was connected to taking away the binky. Then there was 2 or 3 weeks where they were 3 times a week or more. They'd changed in nature a little, but they obviously were night terrors. We were about to the point where we were ready to ask the doctor about them--if there was anything we could do--when they quit. I just realized the other day that he hadn't had one in like 2 weeks. He will now wake up occasionally in the middle of the night, around midnight (he's ALWAYS done this, even since he was a baby sleeping, otherwise, through the night), be a little sad but able to be comforted, and then go back to sleep. ... We just had Teancom's check-up on Friday, which you'll hear about in a minute, and we asked the doctor about the night terrors. I told him a little of the history and described a little bit about his behavior during them. The doctor said 1- we had it pretty easy compared to some kids' night terrors, and 2- it made a lot of sense to him. The binky was his comfort item which helped curb the night terrors. Then we took that away and he had to adjust again. Having a comfort item helps curb night terrors. So I was glad at least that what we were observing made sense.
But an after affect of taking the binky away is that Elijah now does not take a nap at all. He occasionally will fall asleep watching a movie, or he'll fall asleep in the car (even more rare, since I'm not out and about much in the afternoon now). But no naps on any kind of regular basis. In fact, I'm having a hard time recalling when his last nap was.
Teancom
Teancom is the cutest baby ever. He's dang happy and content with life. He still is not walking, though, and he's not really talking, either. At the check-up, our doctor asked if we were concerned about either of those things. We told him we weren't really, we just wanted to keep an eye on it. He described it much how we do, "It would be nice if he were doing those things, but I think he'll get there." He said he was encouraged by his interaction with us, and how active he was. He did tell us we could send him to Children's for developmental testing for his walking and his talking. He said mainly it would be for peace of mind--plus, we wouldn't have to keep addressing it at doc's visits in the future. We turned that down, just cause we're not really concerned. Teancom has done everything so far at his own pace, and just about the time where we're starting to be really concerned about it, he starts doing it. So, I fully expect that he'll start walking at 18 months, a week before the next doctor's appointment. :)
And then his language will take off, too, I'm sure. Right now the only word he says that is truly a word is "No." He's got that one down. Not that I'm sure he always knows what it means. There are just times I KNOW he knows what it means. He's developing his attitude. He's taken to throwing sprawling fits on the living room floor. Usually it's because he's hungry and I haven't fed him yet. He does know how to sign for food, but I've found that if he's REALLY hungry, he won't sign any more, he'll just throw a fit. Fun. :) But at least he has an opinion about it now, and that's nice. Before it was hard for me to tell when he was hungry at all, because he seemed not to care so much. Then we taught him the sign for food and he would wake up from naps signing for food. :) And now he's moved up a level from that--throwing fits when I don't feed him soon enough.
But, still, he's so dang happy and cute and cuddly! I don't know any other 15-month-old that still loves to be cuddled and squished and loved on like he does. He's very calm for a 15-month-old. And I love it. Miciah the other day said, "Mommy likes Teancom better than all of us, even Daddy." I smiled. I told her that I don't like him better, I just love that I can still gush him. I asked her if I could gush her and she said she wouldn't like it. I told her that Elijah didn't like it, either, and it would just be weird if I did it to Rob. So I have to get it while Teancom will still give it. I'll be a little sad when he's more active. It's nice to just carry him around during church and not have him going crazy because he's bored out of his mind. He's just content to be held while he sucks on his fingers and plays with his ear.
That's the kids.
Thacker Family Fireside
Family stuff. Something very cool happened last week for the family. Rob's parents and sisters and brother, G, came down to do a fireside for the ward. It was titled, "What Think Ye of Christ?" and was a wonderful evening of song and testimony. They each gave a personal story and then sang a song to go along with that testimony. The last song, entitled Tender Mercies, had C on the violin, the rest singing, and our friend in the ward, RH (who is a FABULOUS pianist), accompaning. It was AMAZING. As the presentation ended, I was almost in tears about the fact that it hadn't been recorded. It is my new goal in life to have them perform it (or something like it) again in C and M's branch, or V & C's ward, so we can work on getting a recording of it. (There are rules about what can be recorded where in the ward building. We didn't look very hard into getting it recorded, since they had told us no because that's the rule. I think had Rob or I made a personal plea about how this is a precious piece of family history, they would have let us record it. Because that was the right thing to do. But, alas, now we just have that regret.)
Anyways, it was amazing and a great family moment.
I am doing good. Working on this idea of Balance. That will be a life-long endeavor.
Rob is doing good, too. His paper (as always, it seems) is near completion and he's working on his second paper and his dissertation. We have a June 13th graduation in sight (it's a Friday, which I think is fun), and Rob has a committee meeting on Wednesday to try to convince them he'll be ready to graduate then.
Post-Doc Search
We're also still in the process of trying to find a post-doc. The woman he's been in contact with at the NIH is a flake and so we're looking into other options. This whole thing has been a process of better defining what exactly Rob wants to do for a post-doc. It is still possible that we will stay here in Cincinnati, but it's not Rob's first choice. There are lots of advantages for our family if we stay here, but it has to be right, whatever the choice is. I kicked the current "opportunity" out the door (the woman at the NIH he's been in contact with). Rob isn't as fed up as I am, but he's ready to start expanding his post-doc options now. Bottom line: There is no news to report. We're still in phase 1 (and in some cases, phase 0) of decisions about post-docs.
Cleo
Oh, and I should probably report about Cleo, our cat. We had given her to C, but she wasn't doing well there, so we took her back. There is someone here that is interested in her, possibly, but the day after she got back to our house, we found the elusive ringworm. You know, the ringworm that everyone in our family had, that C's family had, and that we were pretty sure the baby cat, Fumasa, had passed to us. We took Cleo in to get a treatment for it. We've been doing that for, what, almost 4 weeks. It's getting better, but slowly. A week or two after we took Cleo in, they found ringworm on Ceasar, too. The two different vets seperately concluded that Fumasa is a carrier for ringworm. Fun! So Cleo is with us until she is healthy, and then hopefully she'll go to another good home. ... So much for being cat free. :)
And that's our update.
Tamra and family
Tuesday, September 5, 2006
Family Update
We are all healthy now, which is a wonderful thing to report! Teancom seems like he might have gotten a little bit of the cold that kicked our butts, but he's doing pretty good, if that's the case. Elijah and Miciah were untouched by the cold and Rob and I are over it now. So life is good again!
The infection I had went away, which is another great thing to report. I didn't realize that I was so swollen until it all went away. So I am feeling much better in that regard.
The infection I had went away, which is another great thing to report. I didn't realize that I was so swollen until it all went away. So I am feeling much better in that regard.
Potty Training Adventures
Elijah is doing pretty good for potty training. He has had few accidents. We're averaging about one a day. He tells us when he needs to go pee and does a good job at that. We haven't got the pooping in the potty thing down yet, but I think it won't be too far in coming. Elijah messed in his undies last night and he sat there going, "Yucky, Mommy. Yucky car" (there are cars on his undies). Yes, yucky. And the first day we were potty training, I put him down for a nap in his underwear. That was a bad idea. About 10 minutes later I hear a very insistent Elijah yelling at me: "Mommy! Mom-me! Come HERE! Come HERE!" I open the door and he's wet his pants and is standing there shouting, "Mom-me! Yuck-ee! Yuck-ee!" It made me laugh. ... So obviously we haven't got it all down yet, but if this is how it's going to be for a while, it's great. This is better than diapers, even with the occasional accident. And I think Elijah is loving the increased independence.
Adventures with 3 Kids
Miciah is having a lot of play dates lately, which is fun for her and nice for me. I think my friends with 2 kids (which is most of my friends) feel sorry for me with the new baby. I'm not really stressed out about the 3 kids thing yet (I'm waiting for it to kick in any time), but it's nice to have friends that are easing things for me anyway. I did go to the store with all three kids last week. What was I thinking? There were only like 5 things on my list so I figured it wouldn't be a problem. Well, 2 hours, 2 spills, 1 long fit, scrubbing carpets on hands and knees, 3 screaming kids and a tired mom LATER, ... Come to find out that almost every mom has a story like that, so I feel a little better about that.
Our lives are getting pretty much back to what normal is going to be for a while. We've been up to having people over again, and that's been great. I love having people over. And I even mowed the back yard yesterday! That was fun! It was hard and I could tell I haven't done much for a long time, so it was good to get a workout.
A New Cat. Again?
I'm sure you guys are getting tired of new cat announcements, but we have a new cat. The cat we used to have, Peek-a-Boo, was sick. He had diarreah for the full 2 weeks we had him. We gave him back and at last word, about a week ago, he still had diarreah and none of the medications were working. That's like 7 weeks of being sick. Yikes! Now they're thinking he has a disorder. Anyways, we don't regret giving him back.
So now we have Cleopatra. She is black and grey striped on top with white on her neck, belly, and paws. She is very pretty. She is very playful and she's an amazing climber. Rob says she climbs like a squirrel. :) She's fun to have around. She's not too loving, and in some ways, that's nice, too. She has scratched Miciah a few times, mainly because Miciah was holding her how she shouldn't have and tried to put her down and Cleo tried to hold on. Miciah was pretty upset about it until I explained that Cleo wasn't trying to be mean. I later heard Miciah tell her, "It's okay, Cleo. I understand you didn't mean to." Cute.Baby Lucky, the Fish
And our best news of all!!: We have a baby fish. He's a molly. We have 2 different kinds of mollies and we're not sure which kind it is because the 2 we have are 1-black with a little yellow and 2-yellow with a little black and the baby fish is yellow and black. So who knows. But he's been around for like 2 weeks now and we're having a blast finding him. I half expect him to be eaten every time I look for him, but he's managed to stay alive and he's even grown to twice the size he was when we first saw him. So we call him Lucky, becuase I think he's lucky to be alive. If he gets eaten, I will change his name posthumously to Unlucky. :) He's getting braver and I like to hope that he will get to be a big fish. Having a baby fish is a lot less stressful than having a baby human.
That's all from here, sorry it was all pretty pointless.
Tamra and family
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