It's Me, Eight-Month Old Cruz

What's up, world? It's me, eight-month old Cruz!

I'm here to check in and tell you all about being a Big Boy.

{My mom would like to warn you that this is not a picture heavy post because I am too wiggly to take good (read: still) pictures sometimes.}

Yeah, of course, woman, I gotta MOVE! 

These rings aren't gonna chew themselves.

Here's a list of things that I like:

blocks

sweet potatoes

going outside

old ladies

army crawling

applesauce

books with texture

sweatshirt strings

VeggieTales songs

visiting with all my Grandparents

Abby the Dog

Here are some things I don't like:

socks

hats

green beans

not seeing my mom

when my banana doesn't get to me fast enough

If you are a lady sitting near my high chair at a restaurant, I guarantee that I will bat my eyelashes at you.
Are you standing in front of me? Do you have a tempting dangly shoe lace? I am coming for it-- FAST.
Life is pretty good! In the next month I have high hopes of actually crawling, biting my mom with my many many teeth (four going on five!), weighing at least 20 lbs, and finally getting my hands on the dog's bone.


A big open-mouthed drool-y kiss to you!
Cruz-man