Sequins 30 for 30: Growing Our Family

It’s true, Monsieur & I have been having some serious talks about growing our little family unit. And I shall pause before explaining further, to give time for my mom to climb back into the chair she just fell out of.

(That’s not true–my mom wouldn’t fall out of a chair in shock. She would merely raise an eyebrow as she continues to read, looking for the explanation with pursed lips going “I know my daughter better than this. I would not find this out through her blog”. Well, mom, you’re right. I was being clever and misleading. You (and Stripes, who’s all “Seriously? I found this out through the friggin’ blog??”) can rest assured–I was just being misleading), and for my other blog readers who are going “Wait, I didn’t think she was even married??”, rest assured–I’m not. We have no intentions of being married. We are rather serious about each other, though, enough so that I can make a baby joke without worrying that he will bolt for the hills. He only bolts for about a block or so.

Monsieur and I are looking at getting a pet. Or two.

Aha, clever readers say, I knew she had something up her sleeve!

I’ve wanted my dog to come back into our lives for a while now, but it’s just so up in the air with us moving in August that I can’t quite say with certainty that it’ll happen. Hopefully, this darling pup of mine shall soon be in my life on a more permanent and less visitation-based way. Because, as I’ve previously alluded to, I deal with some intense bouts of depression. It’s hard, and I’ve learned that no matter how supportive and loving my family and close friends are (of which they are plenty supportive), nothing quite helps get me over the hump like the love of a furry creature.

So without further ado, I’d like everyone to say….

Pet rats. I know. I know. Before you squeal and go all “oh gross!!”, though, hear me out—they’re smart, they potty train themselves, they’re really friendly and interactive, and they actively enjoy being pets. They’re the best rodent you can have for a pet, since they’re not inherently terrified of people and dislike having you touch them (ahem, like, every hamster, gerbil and guinea pig I’ve ever met). I had my first pet rat when I was like six years old, and I’ve just learned that they’re wonderfully low maintenance and  caring pets. And, bonus, they live in a cage! And are easier to clean up after than 80 lb boxers!

The sweet, local, independently-owned pet store has a new litter of baby rats and they’re best for pets when you get ’em young, so we popped down to look at them yesterday and we’re taking two home this afternoon! I’m really excited. Monsieur is hesitant, but they say the fathers never really have their parental instincts kick in until the baby comes homes. So I’ll keep you posted!

Until then, let’s hear it for one of my new most absolute favorite outfits ever!

Dress & Scarf: Thrifted/ Sweater: Target/ Necklace: Charming Charlie (Gift!)/ Purse: Melie Bianco/ Boots: Mi Shoes/ Tights: Gift from Stripes!

This is my stoic face, eh?