(the) Jebbica

First up, we have my three-year-old nephew, Zeke, playing his new drum set in a suit on Christmas morning.  Is there anything more adorable? Of course, he broke the drum set probably about a minute after this video cuts, but the memories are priceless.

Next are some photos some of the new owners have taken of Leo and Buffy’s adorable little spawn, the Maltese puppies.

This is Liberty, who has been renamed Phoebe by her new family.  She is the one we always thought had the cutest face, but she was quite rambunctious! But seriously, how could she not get away with murder with that face?

She went to such a beautiful family!

Of course, I was always partial to Spinner, who was the calmest of the bunch, because he looked and acted the most like Leo.  Leo was always kind of skiddish around them until the last couple of weeks we had them, but he didn’t mind Spinner…he even let Spinner sleep on him once!

We went to see Spinner yesterday, who has now been named Cooper.  His new mommy drives a Mini Cooper…I love it! He seemed to like his mommy very much, and he looked so cute in that little sweater!  His mom and the girl who got Manny Macy are related, so they will get to play together!  So we have solace in knowing that three of our puppies went to good homes, and hopefully the last new set of doggy parents will get back in touch with me soon.  Christmas is over and it’s time for all those New Year’s Resolutions, but I think my main resolution for this year will be to have a better one than last. And so far, it’s shaping up that way.

 That’s Manny, who has now been named Macy by her new owner.  The guy in this picture got her for his girlfriend for Christmas, but I knew these two would wind up bonding! (read: she is going to be spoiled absolutely rotten, thanks to this guy)

 Two of our puppies are gone, one is leaving this weekend, and that means we only have one left.  We have been fortunate to find great homes for our babies (sorry, people who came and looked but fed their dogs Krystal and sweet tea!), and I hope we will be able to find a great home for Spinner, too.  The guy who came and got Jimmy today had gone to a certain nearby puppy mill today that we had also visited on our quest to find Buffy (one of the most horrible experiences of my life), and he mentioned that their ten-week-old pups, the same age as our puppies, were at least twice as big and not half as cute.  He also said that they told him “state law prevented him from going to the back to see the parents”.  WTF?  I’m pretty sure “state law” wouldn’t allow for that place to be in business at all.  Either way, I’m glad that guy didn’t have to see the things I saw when I was there.

 
Is it possible that I have never had kids and yet I’m feeling empty nest syndrome already?  The house will be quiet again soon, and our office can be our office again instead of the puppy room.  It’s impossible to keep this place organized when 1/4 of our space belongs to four little furballs!  Even so, I will definitely miss them, and watching them go has definitely been bittersweet!

But seriously.  Someone come and get Spinner.  Two dogs are all I can handle.

I want a baby.

Like, really badly.

This all happened a few days ago when I turned twenty-six.  Yes, twenty-six…the age girls in most of the world are celebrating single life and freedom, and the age girls in The South are about to be grand-mamas.

I was okay with being what I thought was level-headed and smart about it, but then even my own mom commented on how my biological clock should be ticking.

And it is.  Do you hear it? Tick, tock.  Tick, tock.

The more I try to push it out of my mind as being another phase I’m going through, the more I think about that movie, Idiocracy.  The movie starts out with two couples.  Couple A are intelligent and normal, and Couple B are a couple of beer-swilling rednecks.  Couple A keeps putting off chances to procreate, citing they want to be financially stable, etc.  Meanwhile, Couple B just starts having babies right after another one and lets Welfare do the rest.  Before you know it, all the intelligent and normal genes in the world have become extinct, and the world is full of ignorant morons.  And while I have my share of flaws, I’d have to say that over all, I’ve come to think of myself as okay.  I don’t think I would do too badly in the parenting department or have anything really heinous that I could pass on to future spawn.

It doesn’t help that Buffy just had puppies and I am obsessed with them.  But now that there are six dogs in the house counting the puppies, it still doesn’t feel like enough.  There’s something missing.

I can make lists all day of pros and cons.  Sure, there’s the fact that you will never get your body back after having a baby.  And recently, people have been taking pictures of my boobs and seem really interested in them.  Why? I don’t know. Maybe because I went from being flat-chested to having gigantic ones overnight, and there was no surgery involved.  I can’t say I really mind them too much, but it also isn’t enough to make me miss them if I lost them to rearing a child.  And on the other side of the coin, people always ask me if I’m pregnant.  Hell, I might as well have an excuse!

Even being around my sister’s son, Zeke (pictured in his Halloween costume:  isn’t he so cute?), isn’t working as birth control anymore.  He’s absolutely adorable and I love him dearly, but you know about the cute ones: they’re monsters!  Generally, after spending a little time with him, I go home and thank my lucky stars that I have dogs instead.  But even when he said “Bleck!” when I asked him if he loved me the other day, it didn’t do anything to hamper my baby blues.

So, is this a passing phase, or will this only get worse as the clock keeps ticking by?  I’m not sure I can say.  But if it happens, I have things at least partially planned out.  In a spreadsheet.