Today Emerson learned what the dog door can really do for him. He has always enjoyed playing with it and sticking objects through it, or just his head out of it, but we never had to worry about him actually using it. So, early this morning he was playing in the laundry room brushing Bodie with a paint brush...the usual :)...I didn't notice how quiet it had gotten until I heard a faint "A, B, C, D....". I look out the back window and there he is, half way across the yard in nothing but a short sleeved T-shirt, sweats, and socks...50 degrees outside, dewy dirt and grass up to his ankles, heading right for the slide and singing all the way. I opened the door right as he was situating himself on the platform for his descent. I was trying my hardest not to look as amused as I was when I hollered "What on earth do you think you're doing?", but apparently I wasn't very convincing. He grinned from ear to ear and proudly exclaimed "Emerson outside!". We haven't been able to keep him inside all day. He got up from his afternoon nap on the couch and barely acknowledged me...right out the dog door. We got home from the grocery store and he walked straight inside...and right out the dog door. Needless to say, we're going to have to do something about the dog door. :)
Baby Merrick is still doing well. They continue to say that he feels like a pretty petite little guy, but nothing outside of normal. We'll probably schedule an induction for December 14th which means we have just about 7 and 1/2 weeks to go! Still no name and now nowhere for him to sleep as has Emerson decided to take up residence in the crib again (he had been doing well in the toddler bed for over a month and then just changed his mind), but for some reason we're really not that worried about it. I'm sure we'll pull something off at the last minute.
