Aquarium

Scarlett is really into frogs, and whales, and dolphins, and for months I've been talking about taking her to the aquarium.  We finally got our chance, thanks to Heather and her generosity and her family beach house.  We went to Newport in early November and not only did Heather and I run like vikings against the full-force gale winds on the beach, not only did Charlie and Dan gather MORE CRAB THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE, not only did we drink wine and play on damp, cold sand, but we also hit up the aquarium.

And we had snacks, of course.

We saw the otter feeding, and the aquarium announcer told us that the largest otter eats $17,000 worth of restaurant-quality seafood every year.  I am seriously considering becoming an otter.

We spent a lot of time in one corner, looking at all the orange fish, which Scarlett named homebah.  She still talks about homebah fish.  She would stare and point and ask, which one is homebah?  Silly, we said, they are all homebah.  We finally peeled her away from the homebah fish but then we had to walk back by them a second time, and they captured her attention again.

When she wasn't staring at homebah, she was in this position, looking through the glass on the floor.  I think she could do this for hours.

Post-crabbing, we spent several hours shelling (or, is it deshelling?) crab, which is really gross and smelly even though I love crab.  It was worth it though, because of these fine fellas: