A Good Omen for Mr. Brown

Behold…Mr. Brown:

And here’s Noah:

Maybe I’m just really anxious for these turtles to live and am reading too much into it, but to me the similarity is a good sign.

Turtle Death Watch – Day One

You may have read about our recent loss when Noah’s two Mr. Turtles kicked the bucket early last week. Well, against my better judgment, we went ahead and picked up two new turtles for Noah this weekend. Here is Noah picking out his latest victims pets:

And while I feel a slight twinge of guilt thinking there’s a high probability these turtles won’t make it very long under our “care”, my guilt is slightly assuaged by the happiness that I see on the boy’s face whenever he sees his turtles:

So without further ado, may I present to you…

Mr. Brown

and Mr. Green

It’s still too early to be able to say for sure, but so far they look happy and healthy. They’re swimming around, eating, wrestling each other…it looks like we might have a couple of troopers here. Go turtles! I’m rooting for ya!

R.I.P. Mr. Turtle

Aw crap.

Yes, we’ve done it already. We’ve killed the turtles. Both of them. We didn’t do it on purpose…they just died on us. We are officially horrible pet parents. Our track record wasn’t looking too good anyway…you should’ve seen how many fish we killed before we got the turtles.

Rest in peace Mr. Turtle and Mr. Turtle. Sorry we killed you (accidentally). I promise we will do better research on pet turtles before we replace you.

One More Time

I thought I was done with this blogging thing, but then I figured out how to upload pictures.

It was decided that we would get a turtle. Noah asked if he could hold the turtle. “As long as you wash your hands afterward,” I told him. Then Noah asked if he could kill the turtle. WHAT? I asked him to repeat himself 6x before I realized he was asking to “carry” the turtle. He has a hard time pronouncing “r’s” so “carry” sounds like “kill”. I gave him a lecture about how killing was evil anyway.

We ended up with two baby turtles.

Noah calls them both “Mr. Turtle”. We set up his fish tank, gave them some food and said a prayer that they will last longer than his fish.

After our turtle excursion we hit the pool. The entire time Noah kept saying “Daddy, look at me…I swim like Mr. Turtle.” It was fun, but exhausting and as I mentioned yesterday, I still had a bike to fix.

I didn’t get far on the bike. Turns out that I stripped the thing a ma jing that holds the pedal to some other thing a ma jing. So I need to go searching for some thing a ma jing parts tomorrow. But, here is what I did accomplish…

Yes! Noah has is very own seat on my bike. Now we can cruise around the Island together. Sounds dangerous right? Well, not if Noah is sporting this cool helmet with a samurai warrior on it (we are in China after all).

I would show you a picture of him in it, but I didn’t want him to get to excited in case I can’t get the bike parts tomorrow. I’m sure when Cathy gets home she will take 60-140 pictures.