Today after I picked Hannah and Alanna up from daycare, we came home and Chris was cleaning the fish tank. Since Chris has zero motivation to do anything around the house I found this weird. I asked what he was doing and he said that Daphne (one of Hannah's goldfish) had died and the other fish Thelma was eating it. Chris said he didn't want Hannah to see it. Well of course she is there and looks at me with these eyes that just want to make you cry over a fish. She runs into her room and starts crying. I of course go to her. I try to console her but she is crying hysterical over a fish. I tell her that we have been expecting this for a while, because Daphne has been laying at the bottom of the tank for a month now. Hannah said that she forgot that Daphne was dying as she started to cry again. I have been secretly waiting for the fish to go to fish heaven for some time now. The "easter bunny" thought the fish would be a great present last year and boy was HE wrong! Now don't get me wrong I am an animal lover of all sorts, but the fish were another story. So I was trying to hind my smiles as I was holding Hannah trying to get her to stop crying. She looks at me and asks if she can have new fish. Quickly I come up with a respond and said that Thelma might get jealous of a new fish and maybe we should let Thelma be sad for a little while until she is ready to have a new friend. That seemed to satisfy her for a little while.
I hate to say that Daphne dying came at the right time, but unfortunately it did. Last weekend one of Chris's good friends had a terrible motorcycle accident and we will be attending the funeral tomorrow. I was trying to explain to Hannah this morning about a funeral and how she would not be going with us. Of course like any 6 year old she had so many questions. It is so hard to explain such a sensitive subject. She seemed to handle the whole thing okay. At least I hope she did. Hannah seems to be so laid back about things, life in general. I hope she holds this trait through out growing up.
Speaking of growing up......Hannah's birthday is in 14 days. Its a hard thing to deal with. My 1st baby is growing up. She will be 6 years old. In 4 years she will be 10, and in 10 years she will be 16. Help I need a brown bag, I can't breathe. Its a crazy thing, we can't wait for our babies to start walking and talking, and now that she is growing up, its kinda hard to take it all in. I an proud of her though. Since starting kindergarten, she has learned to do math, tell time and even read. Tonight me and Chris were spelling things that we didn't want Hannah to know about her B-Day, and she called us out on it. It was pretty funny.
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