We've had some really gray days here in IL lately. So the sunrise was especially beautiful Wednesday morning.
After that the sun pretty muchly disappeared behind the ever-present clouds.
But.
We had sunshine inside, ohhh my did we have sunshine.
Meet Anya. Our newest little sunshine that we get to enjoy on Wednesdays.
Can you tell we are completely smitten?
And meet Joelle. Another precious sunshine who will be joining our Wednesday crowd. Joelle was equally smitten with Anya.
Our regular little Wednesday sunshine didn't know what to think of these other littles invading his personal Kaiser Kingdom. He asked, "What are they doing here?" and just wasn't so sure about this whole deal. He adjusted fine, I'm glad to report.
Clay was so serious driving the train. His job was to do the honking.
It's an important job, you know.
I wasn't around for this, but from all accounts this little man was completely enamored with Josh's turtle.
Josh is so kind to share his pets with our little sunshines. Like on Tuesday (day before this), he showed Kiowa and Flint his crawdad. Only. He forgot to put the crawdad back into the aquarium. So... about mid-morning on Wednesday...
"Mom, I don't want to alarm you, but my crawdad isn't in his aquarium."
Well I didn't get too alarmed, because a crawdad is NOT a snake, you know, but I did do a spontaneous deep clean of Josh's room. No dice.
And I did take a flashlight to every square inch of floor upstairs (because crawdads are limited to horizontal movement. They cannot go UP like snakes can). No dice.
And I did take a flashlight to every square inch of floor downstairs (thinking like a crawdad that cannot survive without water and knowing there is water pooled around the basement drain). No dice.
And I calmly gave up. Figuring that when this thing died, we'd locate it by its dead fish smell. Not a pleasant thought, but a crawdad is not a snake, you know, so hey, no big deal, right?
Oh but the kids had some grand ideas on our group chat.
Jesse wins the prize for his suggestion on how to find a lost crawdad:
Hold real still until you feel something wet and slimy and a little crunchy climbing up your leg. Then look down and he'll be right there on your leg.
Second place goes to Tori:
Make him a little habitat in the bathtub. Then make a little ramp for him to go up. He'll fall in and won't be able to get back out.
Actually Tori's idea had some merit. In his desperate search for water to survive, he might actually have found the tub...
Anyway.
Yeah. He was gone. Evaporated. Disintegrated. Something.
Until lunchtime. Jewel zipped downstairs to get something for someone.
"MOM"
I knew immediately what she was hollering about.
She just about landed on him at the bottom of the stairs. And he had both claws raised high as if to say,
"HERE I AM. TAKE ME HOME!!!"
Evidently I'm not a very good crawdad hunter.
And evidently I need to do a better job of supervising Josh's pets!