With the Fishies

Little Elm quickly wrapped his momma around his little pinkie finger. He was a real charmer, who never once cried at all.



Holly had a blast teaching him his skills. He picked up walking pretty fast.



Talking was a little harder, but he eventually got the hang of it.

Holly - Say 'dance,' Elmie. Can you say 'dance' for momma?

Elm - *blank stare*

Holly - *sigh*



And Holly made sure to traumatize her little man with some Attack of the Claw action.



Meanwhile the twins weren't entirely sure how to take this newest addition. They pow-wowed about it for quite some time.



Before deciding to play a game of hopscotch instead.



Cedar spent his day tearing up the slip'n'slide.



The next day, while the other kids were at school, Holly decided to take Elm down to the beach to get them both out of the house for a bit, and so she could brush up on her mad fishing skillz. Elm was content to sit by the shore and play with his IF doll, Rags.



The trip was fruitful, as the Wood family was able to add another to their household. Meet Ferb the Clownfish!



Sadly, Ash has started to display some troubling behavior. Beyond his face-paint fetish, he's moved on to attacking himself with his own hands.



And telling his already ultra-nervous older brother that the dishes told him he was going to die in his sleep that night.



BONUS PIC : 


Paxton - Weee! Look at me!

Oswald - . . . Zzzzzzzz.