Summer is here & so is Codar

Codar added some pancake, sausage, & syrup to his bacon cheeseburger at Frischs last night. Twisted kid.

Dacian the Destroyer (of Bats)!

Ladies and gents, we've had another bat ordeal at the Gastright homestead, and this time I was awake to witness it. So there we were (me, Dacian, and unknown party who's identity will be kept secret out of respect for his honor), sitting on the couch hanging out, living it up like one should on a Friday night, when the cats started acting goofy. Flashy and Mr. were looking out into the abyss turning their heads and following something with their eyes. "Something is up with your cats!" said he who shall remain nameless. "Oh, they do that all the time," I said, "I think they're looking at ghosts!" About 2 minutes later, a giant beady-eyed, winged spawn of Satan comes flying into the TV room. Naturally, I screamed bloody murder. First it was just your regular ole run of the mill scream for my life. Then, as I covered my head and ran to a safe  place, I got up enough courage to scream, "BAAAAAAAT! BAAAAAT!" I locked  myself in the bathroom and waited for someone to deal with the devil bird. (I called Doug, who was at the Reds game, to let him know what was going on. However, I don't think he appreciated my call because he couldn't understand anything I was saying and I had another scream-fit when I thought I saw something move out of the corner of my eye whilst in the bathroom. He just asked simply, "Can Dacian handle it?")

Dacian kept saying, "Calm down, Allie. Being stressed out is not good for you." While he who shall remain nameless was hiding behind a pillow on the couch, but then working up the nerve and running to the porch to help Dacian the Destroyer guide the bat outside (see, in the end he wasn't just a "shell of a man"--he was heroic). Allegedly (as I was locked in the bathroom and don't really know the exact details), Dacian the Destroyer smacked the bat with a towel and threw him out the door! Hooray!!!

Once I was positive that the bat was out of the house, I came out of the bathroom. Dacian told me that he thought there was something much worse than a bat in the house due to the piercing volume of my scream, perhaps a man with a butcher knife or a tommy gun. But alas it was "just" a bat, and Dacian kicked it's skanky body out of the house and saved the day. I was amazed at his courage, he who shall remain nameless was amazed at his calmness with the whole situation, and both were amazed that the cops weren't called due to my death cry.

How do these stinkin bats get in my house???

Cleft Chins

Today, friends, I nearly started a fire at work. It all started with the desire to make a peanut butter sandwich (using the world's best peanut butter--Bee's Knees Peanut Butter with Honey). Well, the peanut butter was in my lunch box, which was in the refrigerator, and so when it came time to spread the pb, it wasn't exactly easy. To add to the troubles, I was using a rinky-dink plastic knife from the cafeteria AND my pb jar was basically empty. So, I thought I'd be smart and stick my jar of pb in the microwave for a few seconds and warm it up so it could easily spread. Well, about 2 seconds in, the sparks started to fly. Luckily, I saw it and opened the door. Why would a jar of peanut butter explode? It's not like it was metal. It was just a plastic jar. Anyway, I quickly grabbed my jar of peanut butter out of the microwave and sat down hoping no one noticed. I didn't want to hear anyone start singing, "Allison started the fire!" like Dwight sang when Ryan started the fire on The Office.

Well, I'm at Week 28 of my pregnancy today. That means in 10 weeks, the boys will be here. Doug is super jealous because on last week's 3-D ultrasound image, you can see that the boys have a dimpled chin just like their mommy! Doug says it's the low quality of the image, but I know the truth. They look like me! Oh! And guess what!! The boys have hair!! Saw it on the ultrasound.

All is well so far with the ole preggers, just waiting on our little dudes to get here. They can take their time because Doug Bear has LOTS of work to do before they arrive. But, he can go ahead and check off procuring footballs, legos, and castles for them. Oh, if you're looking for Doug and Dacian, they'll be out in the garage playing with the boys' toys. I can only imagine what birthdays and Christmases are going to look like from now on. I bet these little dudes will have the coolest toys, compliments of their Daddy (who will thoroughly enjoy putting them together and testing them out).

In other news, I sat in my hammock the other day. I hit the porch when I sat down. Doug had to tighten it up for me. I still have a little over 2 months to go.