Nine

Today PS turns nine. It's hard to believe it has been that long since I first saw my fat happy baby. It was right about this time of the morning when my water burst all over the doctor's office--which DH still rates the #1 funniest thing he has ever seen in his life. Still didn't put PS in any big hurry to make her arrival, though. I had 8 hours on a pit drip and two and half hours of pushing before the doc finally had to vacuum her out. (I still have no hips at all, and she was an 8 lb. baby.)

So now she is nine and already acting like a moody, sulky pre-teen (shouldn't I have at least a couple more years?) I almost cut her party completely because of her bad attitude, but DH thought that was too harsh. So yesterday we went out to pick up supplies for her party this weekend. We had to stop by Petsmart for guinea pig bedding, and I made the mistake of letting her look at the kitties up for adoption. They had a litter of adorable, playful 7 week old kittens, and PS got to hold one of them.

PS has been asking for a cat for several weeks now and we have been resisting. Mainly because SS has asthma and both twins have allergies and we don't want to commit to an animal without knowing how they will react. They haven't really been around cats, so I don't know how they affect their allergies. Also, I am not thrilled with the idea of a litterbox in the house. It just seems like there's not a good place to put one.

So anyway, in a moment of weakness, seeing her with the sweet little kitten, I told PS that if she were willing to spend her birthday money on it, maybe her dad would reconsider letting her have a cat. Yeah, I know, nice of me to make him the heavy--and of course it still doesn't solve the potential allergy problem. (Although the lady in the adoption center said if you get a kitten and start giving them baths when they are little it will cut down on allergens. Makes sense--anyone know if it's true?) DH said no, and PS spent the rest of the day pouting and sulking. Which royally pissed me off, since I spent all day working on stuff for her party.

By the end of the day her attitude had improved, but this morning she was asking about getting a cat again--arrrggghhh.