I hesitate to title this blog because there is so much to report. Perhaps Turner's BIG day is more appropriate. Well, more like Turner's BIG Thursday and Friday and Saturday.

Dawn and Chiara arrived Thursday night. Friday Andy and I slept in (9 AM) while Turner sweetened himself with the generosity of Chiara and Dawn. His first request was milk. Dawn opens the refrigerator door and Turner spots the chocolate sauce and asks for chocolate milk. When I rolled out of bed, Turner smiled a huge smile and showed me his chocolate milk. Dawn acted surprised, as though she doesn't really know Turner doesn't usually have chocolate milk for breakfast. Dawn, Andy, and I spent much of the rest of the day painting the kitchen (a beautiful olive green color) and the entrance wall in the living room (a deep, midnight blue with a hint of gray and purple). Our big painting will look amazing against the darkness of the wall. We plan, not this weekend but someday, to paint the rest of the living room and very light blue. Turner's room will get a new, orange wall whenever I get motivated to get off this couch.
Friday night Turner and Andy got to catch up with each other while the rest of us had a girl's night out. Turner's fever was still high when he woke up from his nap so he and Andy didn't join us for dinner.

Today, Turner slept in and woke me up with kisses and demands to see Dawn downstairs. After bacon, waffles, eggs (hard boiled and scrambled), Chiara and I go to the grocery to get supplies for the COLORS party on Sunday (we're celebrating our freshly painted walls). Turner and Dawn go to Chuck E. Cheese where Turner finds solace in a fishing game. He plays and plays and plays. He moves on to another game. Returns to the fishing game to find other children fishing. He runs from Dawn's reach and pushes another kid. I'm sure he believed the fishing game was his. Either way, Dawn secures the bully and they retreat to Wal-Mart.

I hear the front door barrel open as I'm pulling white chocolate cheesecake from the oven.
"MOM!! I got fisheys." Turner runs into the kitchen with Dawn trailing behind with a big smile and two fish. She doesn't speak. She just grins at me. Turner is about to explode inside as he looks at them. He is so excited.

"Oh Wow." That is all I can say. And, I keep saying it over and over. "Oh, wow buddy. Oh, wow. Fish. Wow."

"I got two of them."

"Really." I sit down at the table. I bring him to my lap. We look over the two goldfish frantically swimming into the sides of a plastic bag. "What are you naming them?"

"Orange and Tuna." He says this very matter of fact.

"Hmm. Interesting names Buddy."

"Can I go fishing with them now?"

"No. These are fish to watch not fish for."

We are post-nap now. Turner woke up about three minutes ago. He asks first thing about the fish. He and Dawn are fixing the fish bowl and feeding Orange and Tuna. Tuna, apparently, is refusing to eat. Chiara is taking pictures, documenting what I can't right now. I wonder how long they will last. There are many threatening things their survival: 1 - Turner wants to catch them with his fishing pole. 2 - Turner wants to chase them with the little fish net. 3 - There are all these rules about cleaning the bowl. I don't know all of them. 4 - You must clean the bowl every week AND, more unfortunate, the fish want to be fed on a regular basis. Dawn assures me though that Orange and Tuna are not one of a kind. All orange fisheys look just the same...thank goodness.

UPDATE: Tuna diead at 11:30 today.