No babies me for a while yet. I’ve always gotten conflicting messages from my mom though:
Message 1: Don’t have babies until you’re at least 30.
Message 2: I want grandbabies! Now!
Sorry mom, but I’m not going to have babies before I’m ready just to fulfil her need to be a grandmother. Especially since she’s on the other side of the world. As I’ve said before, she’ll have to make do with having grandpuppies.
I might just be the least clucky person my age, but it’s hard not to be clucky when so many people around me are or either pregnant or a mom.
Last summer we went to four weddings. Four! Those weddings have resulted in one pregnancy and one baby (my nephew).
We’ve also had two couples over to an evening of wine and seafood only to discover that they were both expecting. Awkward!
Then just last week our friends welcomed a beautiful daughter into the world. Also, my gorgeous friend Ellen is mom to the most beautiful baby girl who I’ve not yet had the pleasure to meet. And another long-time friend just 20 days older than me has three wonderful boys.
All of this makes me think that being a mom might be pretty awesome. But I’m just not ready…yet.
I’m seriously worried about my Mom’s sanity. Today while talking on msn messenger this gem came through the interwebs from her fingers:
I was looking at a cute picture of a little monkey today and said, if i can’t have grandchildren now can i get a monkey?
Wow. What do you say to that?
Apparently she’s not alone in her desire to be Mom to a monkey. This article claims that there are people out there who actually buy monkeys and raise them as kids.
Many self-described “monkey people” don’t dare call them pets. They are playfully referred to as “monkids” and reared in a world of pierced ears, monogrammed clothes, a seat at the dinner table and their own bedrooms.
Some monkid parents must shop at Dior for Monkeys
When you have someone who spends $500 for monkey tops and bottoms, and this is your spring wardrobe, you know the pet is being taken care of.
Spending $500 on monkey clothes does not necessarily make you a good parent. It does however, make you insane.
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But that’s why I love her. I owe so much of my quirkiness to her.
Need proof that she’s a bit weird? Last time she visited, she couldn’t resist doing this to my feet:
Right Big Toe and Left Big Toe are getting married. Right Big Toe is wearing a couture gown by Kleenex. This was long before I got engaged and she had weddings on the brain then. She also has grandbabies on the brain, but that’s another post entirely.