Not Happy but Gleeful

Sunday afternoon, the kids and I were watching the frogs (which we still do many times a day), and we realized Happy, the snail, was in fact not happy. He was dead. (It's a little hard to tell if a snail is dead, but the fact that he was upside down and didn't move even when we picked him up and turned him around made it pretty clear.) We were not happy. We were sad.

Yesterday, I picked the kids up and we headed out to PetSmart to find a new Happy. On the way, we decided that New Happy was not a great name. Instead, we would name him another word that means happy. A long list was generated. Allow me to introduce you to Gleeful:
She is a blue snail, and she seems gleeful in her new home:

She is quite big, and she could get up to two inches. Also, we are saying she is a she. We have no idea. We also picked up some new plants:

Our old plants were pitiful. Apparently, the PetSmart Harry Chapin failed me. You have to take the plants out of the pods, split them, and plant them directly in the stones. Oops. These are water onions, and with any luck they will have beautiful white blooms. Issa is so hopeful. Evan likes the "spikes" in his aquarium. I think he may cry if they bloom.

We are now happy and gleeful, and all is right with the world.