First off, Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad!
Second, Mom-STOP WITH THE BAD PRESENTS!!! First you do the percussion set, and then you put a STAMP KIT in Isaac’s valentine bag? Oh, brother. What do you think, I have stock in Mr. Clean Magic erasers??? Really…I’ve confiscated it, and it’s hiding so that I can break it out when I want to sit and supervise. I know I’ll be doing some scrapbooking with the vacation coming up, so we’ll be sure to break otu the stamps!
Darling Doug decided that I could have anything I wanted as a present this Valentine’s Day. He had to clarify that it had to be “within reason,” because he knows dang well that if he says “you can have annnnyyyyythiiinnnggg,” I’ll ask for the usual suspects. For him, those are NOT within reason.
So, within reason was a new frog tank set up and some new frogs! We accidentally froze out our other ones. I was supposed to get them a heater, but then Doug’s surgery happened, and I was more interested in surviving than getting a bigger tank and a heater for a few African Dwarf Frogs. So, they went belly up. Yes, I felt bad, but what was I going to do? I could barely function myself…much less remember to get a heater for the frogs!
So, I decided I wanted new frogs. Before I went out (by that point, we had seen that the roads were clear-we had snow and ice. ICK. All of hte schools were closed!), I made a phone call to the independent pet store in the area…the one with the SMART staff. The ones who ALWAYS have what you need. Benson’s Pet Center. (no linky love here, because their website is just where the are located….) Well, I asked first for the Dwarf Frogs. I was told they didn’t have any of those, but they had these two albino claw frogs. Bigger than the dwarf frogs…but ultra cool. She described them to me as best she could, and I googled them while I was on the phone. Ok. Cool beans. We discussed tank set up, size and what they would need to be happy and comfortable in this crazy place that is my home…and be safe from Furball and Booger.
Ok…seemed all systems go for the frogs. We even found a spot for them in the loft! So, I ask Isaac if he wants to come along. He’s running down the stairs stripping off his pajamas at the thought of going out and getting frogs with Mommy!
We head out, and the super helpful employees at Benson’s got us all set up, with two of the frogs, a 10 gallon tank, glass top, filter, gravel, anti chlorine drops and a plant, as well as a hidey-log that Isaac calls the “tunnel.”
All the way home, Isaac was holding the frogs on his lap, lovingly, and was asking them if they were hungry.
After some filter drama, we finally got the tank set up, and the frogs in. We also fed them, because we figured after their ordeal (out of the store tank, in the car, being lugged around by an almost 4 year old…) they could use a bite to eat.
I kept asking Isaac what we should name the frogs…and he said “MY PETS!!! MY PETS!!! I got Froggies!!”
Yeah. Great. No name frogs again…
So, here comes the contest.
These frogs need names. They cannot go on as nameless frogs. It just can’t happen.
They look like this:
(remember, this is a 10 gallon tank. I just took the picture from the side.)
Here’s one all stretched out swimming up for air.
So, here’s the way this is going to work.
Leave me a comment with your choices for names for these frogs. If I can get Isaac to sit still long enough, we’ll both decide our favorites. The winner will have named our frogs, and get a small prize (yet tobe determined-it depends on who wins!) to show our appreciation for this whole thing.
I’ll leave this contest open until oh, let’s say…next Friday.
Remember, appropriateness counts. We’ve got an almost 4 year old. I’m not against tongue in cheek…come on, we’ve got a cat with the nickname that stuck as Booger, and we had a beta fish for a while in California named Sushi. Just keep it clean. We’re going to have to tell Isaac’s school the names!
Oh, and one entry per person, please!