Grandma's Fish Tank

Julia has discovered a new love: fish! She can even say the word if you count "ffsssh" (aparrently, the short "i" sound comes later for us...) Grandma Beth used to have a fish pond outside with some enormous goldfish in it. Last year, she "got lazy" (note: those are her words...not mine) and decided to just keep the fish inside year round. So, there's a great big horse water trough in the living room that looks really neat with all the plants growing around it....and it's just the right height for a certain baby to splash around in! Julia's only problem is that when we feed the fish she thinks she is one too...and she grabs the fish food and crams in into her mouth. Ew. Fish breath.

On Sunday during the party, Julia managed to wander away from everybody (who's watching the baby?) for a whopping 15 minutes. Suddenly, I heard her start to yell Not cry, mind you, but yell. I began to look for her, and nobody seemed to know where she was. I was only frantic for a minute...then I raced into the living room and found her upset. She had managed to knock over the stool that she uses to stand on to look into the fish tank. She wanted it replaced. She had been playing by herself in grandma's fish tank for 15 minutes and nobody noticed! She was soaked, head to toe, and grinning from ear to ear. I think God has his angels working overtime with that little kid. Other than reeking of fish breath, she was just fine.