When we were in California back in January, we stayed with a friend of ours, Jay. And Jay had a goldfish. Nora really liked it, and at the time, we were preparing ourselves mentally to tackle potty training. So we told Nora–when you are a big girl and go on the potty, and don’t need diapers anymore, you can get a fish of your own.
We started potty training in mid-February and haven’t looked back. Truth is that Nora picked it up very quickly, but there were still a few random accidents here and there. Now, she has graduated to the point when SHE is telling US when she has to go. And although I would never say never (I wouldn’t sit here and tell you that she’ll never have another accident), we officially declared her “potty trained” on Friday.
Michael was “between jobs” on Friday (his last day at his old job was Thursday, first day at his new job was today—Monday), and Nora’s daycare provider was off for the day, so I decided to take a vacation day, too. We had been talking up the fish for a while with Nora, but that morning, while she sat her little tush on the potty in her jammies, I told her that maybe we’d go get her fish today.
Next thing we knew, we were in a pet store, gathering all of the things we’d need for a fish. A fish bowl. Rocks for the bottom (purple, of course). A little ship to spruce up the fish’s digs. Water conditioner. Fish food.
Then, it was time. Nora happily picked out a goldfish—a $0.27 little guy (or girl), I’ll have you know—and watched as the woman scooped him up in the net and deposited him into a bag for her to take home. She waved at him in the plastic bag. “Hi Buddy!” she said.
And then I nearly died from the cuteness. Because seriously, where the heck did she learn “Hi Buddy”? She kills me.
On the way home, Nora declared that the fish’s name shall be “Bubbles.” We brought him inside and set him up in his new home. Our girl was thrilled.
And I continue to be thrilled by the opportunity to see the world through a 2-year-old’s eyes. Because it is truly the little things, people. Like a tiny, cheap goldfish that now brings a little extra joy to each of her days. She loves feeding it, and checking on it, and telling people about “Bubbles.”
Supplies for one measly goldfish = $30
Goldfish itself = $0.27
Seeing a proud 2-year-old with her potty training reward = Priceless
AboutI'm Heather. I'm 33 and have been married to Michael for seven years. Together, we have two beautiful little girls we love more than anything, and a miniature dachshund who drives us crazy. I'm a full-time working mom who has very little time for my own "stuff" these days, like home improvement, cooking/baking, cake decorating, and photography. Despite the team not making the playoffs since 1999, I'm STILL a Buffalo Bills fan, which I think speaks to my loyalty AND sense of humor. I can't wait to pick up the pace with travel again some day... you know, when we're done being ruled by tiny fists. Welcome to my blog.
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