Back-Up Plan

We have had a series of unfortunate events the last few weeks at the Dahl House. One of which involved our favorite furry friends, Sandy and Charlie. We have been having trouble keeping them contained ever since we moved here, but they finally crossed the line. They killed the neighbor's turkey and some other large bird (we still don't know who it belonged to). So, it was time to part ways. I have been sad and heart broken about it. Still, ever since we had Cormac I really haven't been spending as much time with them and they are probably happier with new families. But I do miss them from time to time. I sure did this morning.

Every morning when Cormac wakes up I bring him in bed with me to feed him his bottle. It gives us both a chance to wake up a little more slowly. Ammon is usually already gone to work when we do this. This morning Ammon had left as usual and about a half hour later I had Cormac snuggled up to me in bed when I heard the front door open and close. I assumed it must be Ammon. He must have forgotten something. But still... what if it wasn't Ammon? My mind started to race. My plan in case of break-in has always been to somehow get Charlie in between me and whoever is breaking in. My dogs may have been spazy, but they loved me and would protect me. But I no longer had a Charlie. I panicked. I didn't know what to do. I kept looking to see if Ammon would come around the corner. Rather than do anything active I just stayed in bed.

Then the doorbell rang. ? I carefully left Cormac tucked in bed and cautiously walked to the door. I peeked around the corner only to see a lady in a short pink bathrobe  standing at the door. My first thought was that she used to know Preston (the previous owner of the house) and must have just walked in. When she realized it was no longer his home she bolted and then decided to find out where he was. Wrong. She was looking for a pool a friend of hers told her she could swim in. I had no idea what to tell her, but since we are pool-less I sent her on her way.

Once again my first thought through all of this was that I needed my dogs back. But since that isn't really a likely option I need to come up with a back up plan. Want to hear the really scary part? Ammon locked the door before he left this morning and yet this woman walked right into our house. I guess our first line of action will be a trip to the Home Depot tonight to invest in some better door knobs and locks.

I miss you Sandy and Charlie.

10 Months Old

I can't believe it, but it is true. Cormac is officially 10 months old (as of a little over a week ago, I'm a bit late). He is such a sweetie. At 10 months Cormac:

~ is into everything.
~ crawls and cruises all over the place. He has even started to climb (uh oh).
~ HATES to have his diaper changed.
~ loves to play peekaboo.
~ is so loud. He loves to sing and jabber all the time.
~ still spits a lot.
~ has finally slowed down a little in the growth department. He is still 25 lbs and has only grown half an inch making him 29.5 inches long.
~ is about to get his 5th tooth through.
~ likes to make funny faces, like sucking in his cheeks or biting his bottom lip.
~ still bites everything. He has chewed up his crib.
~ enjoys eating paper (little twerp).
~ still has amazing eyes.
~ likes small ping pong balls. He likes to have one in each hand.
~ bangs his hands and head on everything.
~ is fascinated with books (but more in the ripping them up than the reading them up stage).
~ does not know what "I'm going to get you" means. He thinks it means "attack."
~ is fearless.
~ likes to put his face in the water in the tub (what baby does that?).
~ when you go to chase him he turns and comes after you.
~ lights up when he sees his parents.
~ loves it when Daddy comes home.
~ cracks us up on a regular basis.

This boy is so much fun. We just adore him. I can't believe my little boy is closing in on one year so quickly. Oh, and did I mention he says "mom" and "mama" all the time? Yeah, he likes me. And I adore him.

Bad Aunt

I'm embarrassed and ashamed that I failed to acknowledge the newest addition to our Dahl extended family. Things have been extremely insane around here. More on that later. Either way I'm not the best of aunts, but I do want to introduce you all to someone special. Finally Ammon can tell the world where he got his name. He is named after his adorable nephew.

Ammon Alejandro Cobian:

Isn't he sweet? We are so excited that Cormac has another cousin and that we have another nephew. We can't wait to meet little Ammon.

What we've been up to, in pictures

Lots of family reunions, work, working on our house, working on other people's homes, chasing Cormac, colds, and other things. Busy, busy.

 

The Cricket and The Case of the Missing Binkies

Cormac has started to rub his feet together really fast when he gets excited. When I come in to get him after a nap he's usually standing (see above picture), but he'll gracefully sit himself down and start rubbing his feet back and forth on the mattress really fast. It's adorable. I think we may start calling him cricket.

About every other night I have to go in search of Cormac's binkies. He's really not a huge fan, but at night he does like them while going to sleep. Since we are just now starting to get him sleeping through the night I will do just about anything to facilitate his sleeping, thus he gets his binkie. Most nights when I search for the binkies I find them stashed away between the wall and the crib. It's sort of comical.

The other night Ammon said, "Today it's binkies, tomorrow he'll be stashing away rocks and other treasures." I'm excited for those days. Even if I have to clean up the treasure stashes.