I know it’s been awhile since I have updated my website. So much has happened since my last entry. In the past year I have gotten a new car, a new Volkswagen Jetta (except it’s not new anymore since the 2005s came out). Quinn and I finished remodeling the kitchen. He has before and after pictures on his website. Hopefully soon I will have some pictures too. We will soon begin renovating our bathroom and closet as well. The most exciting development in my life,though, which exceeds the ones I just mentioned, is becoming a parent, and for the most part, a single parent. Quinn and I were blessed with our first child at the first of August.

It all began when Roselyn and James’s dog, Frisket, escaped from the backyard. Evidently in the dog world, Frisket is a head-turner, and she milks it for all it’s worth. She travels into every corner of the neighborhood to get the attention of every male dog she can find. Because of her promiscuity, we have been unable to determine who our child’s father is, and no one has come forward to claim her or her siblings.

When we decided to adopt Jameson, we were presented with the pleasure of naming her. We had already told James that we would name our first born after him. Since our puppy was a girl, we had to adapt it a little. Soon after we decided which of the puppies was ours, Wes decided that he wanted a puppy too. Just like some girlfriends have matching handbags, Wes and I have matching puppies. At least that’s how we pictured it to be….going to lunch at a restaurant with a patio with our well-behaved puppies sitting calmly at our feet. As you can probably imagine, that’s not quite how it has turned out.

As we have learned, puppies need a lot of attention. They do not come potty-trained. In fact, they can’t hold their bladders until at least 12 weeks old. They love to chew on everything, even money. Mine and Jameson’s relationship first developed to be sort of a love/hate connection. I could only sleep 3-4 hours at a time before needing to wake up to let Jameson potty, or clean up where she had already pottied. She has had a hard time differentiating between her furry chew toy and my furry rug. As I tried to teach her discipline, Quinn quickly defined his role as the spoiler who sweeps in on the weekends to let Jameson rule the house.

Through the good and the bad, I think Jameson is turning out to be a semi-trained dog with a lot of personality. To Quinn’s defense, it’s hard to look at these puppies and then punish them for doing something mischievous. They’re just so cute! These pictures were taken the first week we got them. They were six weeks old at the time. Now they are at least 3 months older and 6 pounds bigger. The short story is that it’s rough being a single mom, but I wouldn’t give it up for anything. There will be more pictures to come.