What He Wore on Wednesday

It's Wednesday, y'all.

Around here, the mornings are kind of intense!

This onesie is from New Orleans {thanks, Audrey!!}. Cruz still thinks that it's Mardi Gras, I guess.

Love love love DwellStudio prints. 

Ok, there were at least two other outfits today. It was that kind of day. But I don't have pictures of them. You know, that kind of day.

Much love.

Randomize

We are a little bit under the weather these days. So Cruz and I have been using tea tree oil to cure all that ails us. 

Some of us are losing hair like cray-zee and some of us are finally growing some.

At Macy's today we met an 85 year old woman named Pearl. Cruz thinks that Pearl is Where It's At. And he's right. 

I gave this guy a bath. 

Hey Cruz... didn't you know that sick days are for staying in your jammies, snuggling and watching movies all day? You have a lot to learn about life.

Cruz's high chair came in the mail today. This kid is getting ridiculously old. Like, he'll be five months old on Friday. Get out of town!

Remember when I told you that our family is starting some new adventures? Well, here's one piece of that... in April, we are switching to cloth diapers.

Do you ever think that some things are myths until they happen to you? Like morning sickness, senioritis and the four month sleep regression?

Speaking of... maybe I should give up sleeping through the night for Lent. Ha ha! A holier-than-thou attitude might freshen up our 3am wakefests.

Cruz and I had a good snuggle while catching up on The Bachelor. So who do you think he'll pick next week? Emily? Chantal? A personality?

Happy Tues, everyone. 

Excuse me...

... but which way to the Cape?

I rest my hand on his chest to make sure he's breathing in the middle of the night

Certainly I'm not the first mama to have big ideas about parenting before realizing the reality of the situation.

As soon as I found out I was pregnant, I bought Skinny Bitch: Bun in the Oven and had a lot of ideals about eating great while I was pregnant.
Organic. Spinach. Nothing processed.

Then I started throwing up seven times a day and ate McDonald's vanilla milkshakes, potato chips and bacon. 

Oh lord, the BACON. 

Attachment parenting is something else that I had scoffed at pre-baby. To me, attachment parenting conjured up images of eight year olds who cling to their parents and parents who have never said no. 

Not pretty. 

I had a lot of ideas in this arena. 

My child was going to be on a schedule.

My child would sleep in his own room by three months.

And etc.

But here we are, almost five months into this journey, and guess what, Pre-Baby Judgmental Me? We have accidently done attachment parenting!

Feeding on cue? Yup. 

Breastfeeding? Not only are we breastfeeding, I love it and hope we'll do it for at least a year.

Babywearing...

Sleeping close to each other...

Compromising on a nap schedule...

Oy! 

And guess what, I love it. Baby and I are bonded far beyond what I could have imagined. He is happy, adjusted, social and darn cute. {Ahem... this does not mean I think this is the only you shoulda coulda woulda bond with your baby. No no no. Me With A Baby is simply giving a gentle correction to Me With No Baby}

But tonight we are taking a giant leap forward.

Right now, as we speak, Cruz is sleeping in his own room.

I have to tell you this because I am freaking out!

He's just a little guy and the world is so big. 

I am not ready to send him out into it yet.

{um... you are thinking. He's sleeping in his crib, woman. This is not exactly sleep-away camp or a semester abroad}

I hear you, but still.

So little!

So Lord, please watch over my little guy tonight. If you have any extra Jammie Angels who'd like to hang out in Cruz's nursery, they'll be welcome tonight. 


{Morning After Update}


So I may not have slept too well, but this guy sure looks happy!

What He Wore on Wednesday

Bringing the baby to work means that one minute I might be singing "Wheels on the Bus" while changing a diaper and then next minute I will be reading something like this: 

Lakoff and Johnson rejected the rationalistic notions of Kantean schemata, Chomskyan autonomous syntax and other strong versions of mental modules, as well as poststructuralist views of the arbitrariness of signs and the relativism of signification. They extend their philosophy beyond epistemology to morality and metaphysics.
 [Pavio, et al]

Hey! Would you look at the time? Let's see some baby pictures.

 I guess I wasn't too worried about wiping his mouth before snapping a picture this morning.

I mean, really. Should I drop this kid off at Baby Gap headquarters and just wait for the checks to start showing up?

Tovi and Cruz had a "Man Date" today. They assured me that they would get dirty and probably shoot bows and arrows. Really good manly stuff. I should not be surprised that Cruz ended up in a soccer outfit.

Night night, y'all!