He's not really a baby anymore though. He's seven. Still. How can you resist? I was there the day he was born. I held him when he was still wet. And I visited him every day and cuddled him until his eyes opened. So we are bonded, he and I. *sigh* He'd eat my chickens though, if I let him. Bird Killer. And the mice aren't safe either...
I have found that the type of math that seems to encompass Jackson's life a this point is weight. I am constantly trying to decide if he looks fat. Or, fatter, I should say. I was doing really well with only feeding him dog food until the Boyzilla arrived on the scene. However, Jackson and Xavier have a complete wink wink under the table deal going on with each other. Which, of course, means Jackson's belly keeps expanding, though his dog food bowl remains "full".
We have begun to try to take "measures" (oooo-punny) to keep his weight under control by limiting his portions. This doesn't take care of him trailing behind the boy for scraps though.
I also have 2 Betta Fish. The left hand side is the female- Treasure. And the right hand side is the male- Jewel. They were named based on the concept that in Thailand they are called Jewels of the Sea. or something like that.
With these two, I find I am constantly determining liquid volume and air pressure. There is this special stuff you put in the water to make sure it's safe for the Bettas every week when you clean their bowls, and you have to measure it out based on how many gallons your tank holds. Treasure is swimming in a two and a half gallon goblet, and Jewel is hanging out in a one and a half gallon bowl. I think I'll be upgrading him when I return to school, so they can be all symmetrical. Aha! Another math tie in.
I also recently put in air bubbler stones, to keep their water from getting a film on the top. I constantly have to twiddle with the knobs to get both bubblers going at once. And I know there is math going on there with how much is being pushed down which tube to get the bubbles going. I just haven't figured it out yet. I probably curse at least once a day over those bubblers. I
And temperature is also a factor with these guys. A lot of folks think you can just throw them in a bowl, and they're good- but it turns out, they prefer warmer water. I mean, they are from Thailand, so that makes sense. Alone in the bowl without a heater, they rest at the bottom. Sluggish. Add in a water heater and they get nice an happy around 75-78 degrees.
I also put live plant bulbs in their bowls and wait for them to sprout. The package says 21 days- so it's fun to plot it out on the calendar and then check to see if they grew on time or not. Sometimes one of the bulbs ends up being a dud. But usually at least one plant grows.
Back in January I got two mice for my classroom. I bought a brown one and a white one so I could name them after characters in a favorite book. So this is Mr. Ages and Mrs. Frisby. Now- I do not like wild mice. They are different. Wild mice move like snakes. These two were $4 bucks each and don't move like that. I can deal.
Names aside, they are both girls. I do not do rodent testicles. Just no. And I don't want babies. So they are both girls. End of that story.
What's so mathy about mice? They are serious engineers. So our picture on the left is before I cleaned their tank today. And then on the right, that's what it looked like when I first put them back in. It will not stay like that for long.
I tried to take some stop motion film for you so you could see them getting busy. It's not brilliant, however. But I liked the idea, so I'll do another one another time, to get a real good one.
Here's a picture though of what they've managed to do after three hours. And I've managed to rearrange my room completely too- which a whole other real-life math post...
They've removed the bedding from under the stones and sunk them down. Wild mice naturally live under the roots of trees, so my pals here are natural burrowers.
Now- my glory, my loves, my chickens!
May the math be with you,