Making Baby Fish

In the last few months, I’ve started taking care of some fish in a small aquarium.

I have this pink zebra fish that showing signs of laying eggs. So I decided to try letting the mummy fish lay eggs.

This is the second time I’m attempting this. The first time I had to improvise by using some of their toys to create a barrier to prevent the fish eating their eggs. I got over 100 fry from that batch, but somehow or other only 6 fish survived until today.

This time I’ve bought some marbles so the eggs can fall between the gaps. After I had my dinner, Caleb followed me around while I cleaned a small plastic baby fish aquarium.

When everything was ready, I let Caleb put the marbles in the plastic fish tank.

After he was done, it was time to move the fish mummy and fish daddy from the aquarium to the small plastic tank.

The two of them exploring the tank. They move too fast for me to capture a sharp image. The big black thing in the center is a small rock I’ve placed there to hold down the marbles and a small plant.

As I’m writing this blog post, I’m peeping at them. Last time, they swam round and round each other. Tonight not so much. I hope they’re in the mood, and daddy fish can perform.

My only worry is one of them burying themselves in the marbles and getting stuck.

They normally spawn at dawn so I’m hoping they have a comfortable night. Hopefully I’ll have something to report tomorrow!

Update: Silly fish. I’ve had to go rescue one of them from the marbles. I added another rock inside to weigh the marbles down and also added more water so they won’t swim so near the bottom.

Update 2: No eggs this time, will try again in a few days!


Today I have a pleasant memory to record down in this blog.

This morning I woke up early because I kept coughing. I went to the living room and played games on my phone. Caleb woke up too and came over to watch me play. He was so fascinated with my game Cow Evolution.

In the game, you get these wooden boxes dropping from the sky. Open the box to find a cow. Match two same cows to make bigger cows.

I put down my phone and he took over the game. After opening each box, he would pause for a while to see the cow move around.

Then he would try to make a match. We giggled together after each match. He kept saying he wanted to feed the alien. (I wondered where he learned about aliens).

It was nice having him sit next to me like that. We hardly get to do that anymore. Either he’s running around playing, or he’s distracted with something else.

I miss those times when he was two years old. Each morning I would have “daddy and son time” with him at home while Poey Chin fetched the older kids to day care.

I’ll try to spend more time playing with him and the other kids. Maybe record my memories here on my blog so I can remember.


Good evening everyone.

Today is no special occasion, it’s just a normal day on a normal weekday.

On my way home from work today I was thinking about spending a few minutes to write a post on my blog.

I just want to share how I’ve been feeling so tired. I don’t know what happened. I just wake up one day and find I’m stuck in this routine. 

Each morning is a mad rush getting the kids out the door, into the car, and getting to their respective schools. Then it’s the morning commute to work. After work it’s home to the same dinner. The same routine at night. The kids misbehaving. Whining. Struggling to get them to bed.

So tired emotionally and mentally that I can’t do anything except watch TV until I fall asleep. Sometimes the kids get me so upset that I’m quarreling with Poey Chin.

Every day I wonder what I’ve done in my life so far. Nothing great. Nothing successful. I look ahead and I don’t see anything different in the next 10 years. What do I have to look forward to?

Is it all just a slow grind? Living day to day, month to month and year to year? Is this all there is to life? Goodness. It’s June already. Where did the past 6 months go to?

I wonder if any other men go through this. I wonder if any of you fathers out there wake up in the middle of the night wondering if what you’ve done was all a big mistake.

I should have done (this and that) a few years back. I should not have made that decision. I should have, I could have…

Why am I still struggling in so many areas of my life? What happened to all the dreams I had?

I’m sorry, this is too negative and too heavy.

But I just had to write down these thoughts. I just have to share somewhere.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll look out for something positive to write about.