"Shishy" aka...Fishy

I so wish I had a picture to go along with this post, but unfortunately, I do not! A few nights ago Madeline came out of the bathroom with a bag (actually a breastmilk storage bag...that I just happened to find a few extras of and passed on to a friend...and of course, before they got to that friend, they found their way to Madeline). Anyway, this bag was filled with water and there was something floating in it...a red something. We weren't quite sure of what it was and before Sloan and I could investigate to find out, she proudly holds up the bag and says, "Shishy"! We laughed so hard. I asked her where she got her "fish" and she said, "Belle, shishy"! Cue Isabelle walking into the living room...we asked her about it and she just laughed and finally admitted that she did put something in the bag and told Maddie it was a fish. Sloan and I still weren't sure what that something was and really wanted to get a good look at it, but Madeline would not let us...she just kept holding up the bag saying "shishy"...and then finally she breaks out with "Shishy, dead" (where on earth did she hear this???)...once again, Isabelle!!! Well, we finally got a good look at that "something" in the bag and Isabelle had wadded up a WikkiStick and stuck it in the bag with some water and handed it off to Madeline telling her it was a fish. Oh, brother!!!!!

Not too long after that the girls took showers/baths and Madeline about fell out when her "shishy" fell out of the bag in the tub and was about to go down the drain. Luckily, Mommy saved the "shishy" right before it was gone forever. After bath time we managed to convince Madeline it really was NOT a "shishy", or even a "dead shishy".

I guess if you have to have a fish, that was the "best case scenario". My silly girls...how Sloan and I love them so. There truly is never a dull moment around here...and if there is, something is wrong...and you better investigate quick cause someone is usually "up to no good".