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May 12, 2008
And Baby Makes Three
“Did you get everything that you wanted?”
This year my birthday (celebrated a week early) made up for 29 years of ho-hum celebrations. Actually, that's not true. I had a kick-ass roller skating party when I was eight, and received a fabulous surprise party when I was fifteen. On the other hand, I spent last year's birthday crying over s'mores at Cosi while Janie explained to me that it was wrong to be sad on your birthday.
But this year might be the best of all. As I lay in bed with Mr. MMB last night, and he asked me if I had a good birthday, I honestly replied that it exceeded my wildest expectations. Not only did we successfully throw a BBQ at his house with my entire family in attendance, but we also got a new bike rack for my car. Jess and Mr. Eagle Six made plans to take us to Wine in the Woods next weekend, and my mom and dad gave me a framed copy of the Washington Post article of the Big Idea. There is even an additional present coming next week on my REAL birthday.
But the thing that made this birthday extra special, the one that made me giddy with excitement, and the one that gave me butterflied and indigestion, was the small black bundle of fur sleeping at the crate at the foot of our bed.
Yup. We got a puppy. Maya is an 11-week old lab mix (she looks like a purebred to me, but who knows when some St. Bernard or Chihuahua tendency might appear?) that we got from the animal rescue on Saturday. Aside from a little head cold (a trip to the vet within 24 hours of adoption was a nice way to emphasize the extravagant costs of puppy ownership), she is perfect in every way. Being a bit sick, she's been extra quiet and snuggly—which suits me just fine since I have no puppy skills and am a bit terrified at the prospect of single motherhood this week while Mr. MMB is on a business trip to Seattle. But armed with lots of treats, an every-two-hours potty routine, and Puppies for Dummies, I am feeling as confident as a new mom can be.
Right now Maya is sleeping on a towel in the kitchen while I wash her bed (it got a little snotty). We dropped Mr. MMB off at the airport yesterday morning at 7:30 a.m., so by my calculations I've successfully kept her alive on my own for 26 hours. And since we're staying at Mr. MMB's place for the foreseeable future (except for a few quick trips home to feed the cats and pick up more clothing), the likelihood that Natasha (also known as “the cat who will kill and eat your puppy”) will instigate violence before Mr. MMB's return on Thursday is minimal.
And now, a few amusing excerpts from the past week:
Friday Night: discussing my turning 30 and the trauma associated with my pending old age
Mr. MMB: Don't worry, I like more mature women.
Ms. WAS: More mature? What does that mean? It's not like I'm 45!
(amicable disagreement ensues)
Saturday Night: revisiting the topic
Ms. WAS: Are you sorry that you called me old last night?
Mr. MMB: I never said you were old. But I am sorry that I called you mature.
(amicable disagreement ensues again)
Comments
Mazel Tov! Felicitations! Can't wait to meet your new addition! (Also, I've heard pet insurance is great.)
Posted by: Elizabeth at May 12, 2008 10:25 AM
Oh my God! Remember Potato the dog you wanted to rescue so many years ago? :) Happy almost birthday!
Posted by: La at May 12, 2008 01:33 PM
