Hi, It's Me. Six-Month Old Cruz!

Holla-back, y'all. It's my half-birthday.

I have a very busy day, but I'm glad I can stop by to say hello. 

I usually start my mornings with a good round of jumping in my jumperoo.

Then I sit in my high chair while Mama eats breakfast. She reads me her devotional for the day and we get to talk.

Today I even tried eating cereal for the first time!

But it was pretty gross.

The world is {such} an interesting place. I investigate everything that comes across my path. Some of my favorite things are my toys, music, sweatshirt strings, my daddy's scratchy face, paper....

Everything is within my investigatory jurisdiction.

My new favorite is Abby. That's what I look like when I see her furry face!

But really, REALLY, nothing makes me happier than just playing with the people I love.

Until next time!

Hugs and drools,

Cruz-Man

What He Wore On Wednesday

You may or may not have noticed that we are going through way less outfits these days.

Wait, you don't keep track of that the way I do? Huh.

I have been mulling the problem of how to showcase a lot of great outfits when he's only wearing one a day.

And I have come up with a solution...

Costume changes!

I tried to get a lot of chubby leg shots today. I hope you appreciate, as I do, the chub that spills over the kneecaps. Delish.

Thank goodness for drool, because that allowed us to change into a new outfit. 

Okay, I know that I'm the Mama here, and I'm incredibly biased... but I think Cruz is justabout to crawl. Here he is, trying very very hard to get his toys that I have maddeningly put just out of his reach. Bwahaha.

Getting ready for bed...

We like to devour our literature before bedtime.

Bedtime for Bonzo!

In Which Everyone At Albertson's Has An Opinion

I may have mentioned this before, but I am terrible at small talk.

There's a reason I always choose the self-checkout lines at the grocery store.

A reason I was reminded of today.

Cruz is a total flirt, so wherever we go, we get a lot of attention.

Aka, I have to talk to a lot of strangers.

I had to go to Albertson's today, which is Crazytown around here. When I go to Albertson's, I like to use the self-checkout line to avoid the inevitable small talk.

But I had too many items to do my own bagging today.

While we stood in line, a lady of seeming Eastern European persuasion leaned into Cruz's carseat. He's a charmer, so he gave her a gummy grin and babbled at her.

She leaned in, and snatched his paci out of his mouth!

"There's no milk coming out of there!" she cried.

Um, no. That would be awkward.

Want to know what's more awkward?

We get up to the checker and he also peers into Cruz's carseat and comments on his paci.

"Oh, I like that!" he tells me.

Me too, I say. So easy for him to put it in himself, etc.

"Want to know why I like it?" he asked.

Probably not.

"Well, my nickname? In school? Was Froggie."

I'm not asking why.

"I'm actually developing a whole Froggie brand. With greeting cards. You know, like a frog in a tuxedo..."

And on and on.

He was so excited about the catchphrase "I'll love you frogever!" that he bagged every single one of my items in a separate bag.

Every. Single. One.

No, hairspray does not need it's own bag. I mean, seriously. 

So next time we will be back at our beloved self-checkout line.

Even if it takes frogever.

Getting Pretty Comfortable Up Here On This Bandwagon

Or...

Can I bore you death with a talk about cloth diapers?

Last weekend two of my closest girlfriends were spending the weekend with us. We sat around in the living room chatting one morning, and later that afternoon I realized, 

"I talked to them about cloth diapering for thirty minutes. Thirty minutes. Do they even want to stay friends??"

Suffice it to say that there is very little I don't l-o-v-e about cloth diapers.

Get out of town. The diapers match his room!

Here are some other things that I've gotten on the bandwagon with:

Greek yogurt. That stuff is awesome!

Sleep training.  After several {rough} nights, I realized that I have spent weeks making excuses for why Cruz is no longer sleeping through the night. 

Time to get it together, people.

Our method du jour is The Baby Whisperer. 

Cruz hasn't slept through the night using it yet, but I am feeling much more in control of the situation. 

And I get it. Sleeping through the night is not necessarily the goal.

The goal is happy, healthy baby and a semi-coherent mum.

Cruz is allegedly taking a nap in this very crib.

Katy Perry. Cruz is a huge fan, so I have become one too. Weird, huh?

Meal replacement bars. I mean seriously... who is eating three great meals a day these days? If I have a bar for breakfast or lunch, I notice that I snack way less. This is good, because who has time to snack? Also, we are going to Hawaii in a few weeks. Are we crazy? Am I expected to wear a swim suit six months after giving birth? Don't get me wrong-- I am quite excited to go. But it wouldn't hurt me to keep hoppin' on the meal replacement bar bandwagon. Here are my faves

Well, I think that's about it for today! Wanna see a cute face? I thought you'd never ask!

i wish you were napping

do you want to know how tired i am?

too tired for capitals, that's how

someone has taken my sunshiney babe and replaced him with a fussy, non-sleeping, non-eating monster.

we better get some teeth out of this sitch.

i put him back down to sleep

tiptoe back to our room

turn on the monitor...

he's already crying again

so tired i haven't even taken a picture of his delightful chub for days

and it is delightful

oh sorry

i meant to keep writing

but i for reals just fell asleep

this is an oldy but goody

maybe one that will inspire the teething monster to take a snooze