As of today Syed Brian is one month old...and I am 360 months old. To celebrate these milestones, we had a day filled with tummy time, rattles, barking dogs, napping, eating and dinner with dad.
We also had about 15 minutes where we both thought the world was coming to an end. Around 11:00 this morning, Syed Brian thought that he must be dying because he had not eaten in 2.5 hours and he proceeded to notify everyone within a 1.3 mile radius that his world would be ending only one month after it began. As I prepared what he was sure was his last meal, someone rang the doorbell. Once the doorbell had been rung, Simon and Charlie entered attack mode and let everyone know within a 1.6 mile radius that there were wild dachshunds who would protect the house in our quiet neighborhood by taking down any intruders at the ankles. At times like these, I don't always answer the door, but I had been spotted through the glass of the front door so I didn't have a choice. As I approached the door, the dogs barking frenzy escalated as they were certain I was opening the door that would lead to dangerous circumstances for all of us and Syed Brian's screams reached piercing levels. I cautiously opened the door about 6 inches to speak with our visitor and opted against opening the door further so that he would be able to salvage his feet should the dogs suddenly put their actions where their barks were. Our visitor turned out to be an individual campaigning for a seat on the city council...and he wanted to talk. Amidst the baby crying, dogs barking, and through a six-inch opening, he decided it was the perfect time to lobby for my vote. And really, why wouldn't it be an opportune time to campaign rather than leaving the xeroxed propaganda on the doorstep? Needless to say, we're voting for the other candidate come the April elections.
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