At this point, E has discovered his tongue, his voice, and that he can cross his eyes. (And every time he crosses them, I hear my great grandma saying they'll get stuck that way.) His personality is also starting to emerge. For example, he loves to smile in the mornings...
I also feel like I'm starting to pick up on some things as a mom, like E's cues for wanting a nap. This has been the first week when I feel we have normal or possibly even "scheduled" nap times. All of this translates to a much less fussy E and a more confident momma.
So, on to the reason for this post: Things that go bump in the night.
Two nights ago, I heard a noise after being asleep for only 15 minutes or so. My first groggy thought was that E must have knocked something over in his room... Then I realized that E doesn't knock things over.
That's when I woke up Tim.
"Did you shut the garage door when you took out the trash?" I asked. Maybe it was just the neighborhood car. (A horrible idea by the way. When you move in, I don't want to meet your cat in my backyard. A wandering cat does not endear you to dog people or people with gardens. I like your cats at your house well enough. Just not at mine.)
Tim was still waking up when he answered, "Yeah. I'm pretty sure." I guess the look on my face said that I was worried, so he got up to double check.
Then it got creepier.
As Tim was leaving the room, I thought he was using his cell phone as a flashlight. I saw a glow of light on our bedroom wall. The light was there for a moment, was gone, then came back again. Something about the light being from Tim's phone felt wrong to my groggy brain. It took less than a second for me to realize that the light was coming from outside our windows - Tim didn't have his cell phone with him at all!
I hurried out of bed and followed him to the garage door. After confirming that the light wasn't possibly from his phone, I decided to call 911. I had heard a very distinct thumping or knocking noise and then someone was shining a light in our bedroom windows. These windows are in the backyard, too. There's no reason for headlights or other sources of light to shine in them.
I've never called 911 before except for a grass fire on the highway. I will say in my nervous state I was slightly frustrated that the dispatcher couldn't find my address. (The house has been here for 8 years, people!) And it did take 10 minutes for someone to arrive (but that could be because no one was actively breaking in at that point.) For those 10 minutes, we turned on lights and peaked out the blinds. Tim would have gone outside to check the house, but I refused to let him possibly cross paths with a bad guy. "Grab your keys and get ready to load up the little guy if we need to get out," is what I demanded. (My exit strategy was to get out through the garage. Might not have been the best plan, but it was a plan.)
While we were waiting for the police, Tim tried to figure out why I called the them so quickly when I've never done it before and with such little prompting. "If it was just the sound," I explained, "I wouldn't have. If it was just a weird light, I wouldn't have. It was the two together. Plus, how many times do I have to hear a weird noise in the house or see a weird light before I decide to call the cops? When the robbers break in a window?"
Well, we didn't see anything and neither did the police officer who came to check things out. Not surprising. If I had been about to rob the place I would have left when all the lights turned on also. Tim went back to sleep convinced it was nothing and I checked on E no less than 87 times that night. It left me feeling spooked and paranoid. (Ironically, I've been praying about fear and paranoia in my life, then I hear sounds and see things in the dark. Sheesh!)
Yesterday afternoon, though, I unraveled the mystery. I believe Wilson was trying to break into our house. This is Wilson:
Here's my theory: There are kids who live in the house behind us. I think their volleyball hit our house, causing the noise. Then I think they grabbed a flashlight and tried to find it in our yard. So, that means there was no bad guy. Does that also mean I am embarrassed that I called the cops? No. Something hit my house and someone shined a light through my window. No one ever has the first thought of, "Oh, it's just a volleyball."
Although, that might be my first thought next time.
So, to wrap up the post, here's a picture from my Girls Night last night. We went to Paint Your Art Out in Edmond. It was worth the $35 and oh so much fun!
I would show you the picture of the finished product, but my eyes looked weird.
Have a great weekend!
Signed,
Rookie Mom
(See, I told you!)
That would have so freaked me out, too! And I don't care how your eyes look, that painting is great!
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