Dominic

It's a boy. We decided on the name Dominic Alan. Dominic is the name of a young Italian kid that was at an alternate high school that Chris and I were counselors at. He was an amazing kid, and we told him we were going to name our first son after him. He was all smiles when we told him. He became a great friend. However, when we got pregnant with our first boy we decided to hold off on Dominic and name him Coleman after Chris' father. I actually didn't know the name had already been used as middle names in the family, until after we moved here to OK, but when we saw the little buddy we knew he was a Coleman. So, we feel good about this boy being named Dominic. Alan is my husbands middle name, after his Uncle that died in infancy, so we'll keep that one going. My siblings aren't crazy into keeping family names going, but I am. I know that we are obsessed with the band MUSE and their drummer is also named Dominic, but that's not the real reason behind the name...although it is pretty sweet! So, here is one little picture of his whole body, from the back. I have the pic to prove it's a boy, but you don't really need to see it. So, that's the news!

 

He's a cool dude!

 

All done

 

The holidays are finally over. The Goodman Christmas in Utah consisted of a 2 week stay for us, visiting the ever beautiful Temple Square, a Cook Christmas party, a Christmas Eve tradition of either fondu or something of the sorts (this year we did gormet carmel apples), meeting my grandma Cook's fiance, Henry, sledding with the Colebuddy for the first time, Chris making his first snowman, playing cards with the brothers and mom, teacing Coleman to ride his new tricycle from Grandma Debbie, caravaning with my sister and her little family back to Oklahoma, taking them to the historical Fort Worth stock yards (my old mission stomping grounds), and ended with the Goelz Christmas party that was put off until Jan 10th. Whew! Even though it was quite the whirlwind of activity, it was the best. Family is the best part of the holidays for me. I got to see so many relatives and best of all, Coleman got to play in the snow...and he understood it this time around. Sledding, not so much, but just playing outside in the white and bitter cold surroundings, yeah! And then there's the big goodbyes of "Don't know when we'll see you next, but love you!" I hate that part of visiting family. If only everyone lived closer! My mom is the best grandma ever. She plays and plays and is so creative. We had a blast! You can tell she loves her grandkids. I feel bad that Coleman is missing out.... but...

Sledding

Snowtime