Any of you that know Rhett, know that he loves anything animal. He has no fear of them and has a pure love for anything that breathes. So I decided that today was the day him and I were going to the aquarium so he could get up close and personal with some of his buddies of the swimmy type. Of course my sister came along to help keep Rhett from becoming the swimmy type himself.
By far his favorite were the neon fish. Not sure why that surprised me. Rhett loves bright colors, which is why you see him in orange alot in his pictures. He is just a flashy kid.
Flashy with bright blue eyes.
Some of these pictures I am none to happy with, but I am posting them for the sake of his many faces that he pulled while watching hims fishy's. Like this one his hand is all blurry and it drives me bananas.
And this one the shadowing surrounding him is too dark. But it shows just how mesmerized he was with the fish, so I couldn't leave that one out.
Okay, I'll quit picking. I'll just shut up and enjoy this one.
Of course we couldn't go see some fish without him trying to lick the glass.
This was in the shark tank. He was standing there watching them, and they were pretty far back and all of the sudden one came up and swam right in front of him and headed up the glass. I think he dang near soiled himself right then and there.
After getting attacked by sharks, we went and hung out with some starfish. They're a little calmer......and smaller.
After we calmed down with the starfish we decided to get a little braver and head over to the big pool with the big fishy's.
Annnnnddd......Rhett tried to jump in with them and go "Whimming!!" Told you it was a good idea for my sister to go.
This is what he was trying to get. It's a stingray just in case you were wondering. Have you ever felt one of those things? WAY cool. It's all squishy and slimy, and gooey, and ya. We liked those.
Before we left we had to take a trip over to the big
butt boat so Rhett could do some cruising. He finally got to touch a butt boat. (He loves Nemo)
At last it was time to say good bye to the fishy's and give them one last lick.
Yes, my child was wearing a leash, and at one point some demon of a boy looked at his parents and said,"Oh my GAWD that kid has a leash on!!" After the initial urge to run over and wash his naughty little mouth out with soap, I just smiled at him and said, "Don't worry. It's just so he won't bite you."
The dad laughed his hiney off, and the mom gave me a disgusted look and stuck her snotty nose in the air and walked away.
However it just so happens that Rhett's leash gave him the freedom of running around the building without constantly holding my hand which is like pure torture for him.
Stick the kid in an oven and turn it on 450 for 2 hours and he wouldn't even flinch, but ask him to hold your hand while you're walking with him and not around any cars? Well that's just cruel and unusual punishment.
He had freedom yet I had control so I wasn't running after him the whole time, and he wasn't biting little boys who have potty mouths.