Like I said, I should be on HGTV!

Doppleganger week on FB

My parents think Cruz looks like Avatar star Sam Worthington. If so, my son is gonna be a hottie!!!!

"And no 'and then'!"

I think that's what Cruzito was trying to say here...

Cruz talking to Grandma from laura cruzada on Vimeo.

Astrololology Shmolology

When we were thinking of starting our cult, ahem, I mean family, Dax joked about how ideal it would be to have a Sagittarius, like him, whether it was a boy or a girl. So when we found out I was expecting at the end of November, I kept telling people that if it came early, you know he was a Scorpio like his mother. :) Alas, my little alien arrived on the cusp of the two astrological signs, Nov. 25. While still technically a Sag, he has the fiestiness of his Scorpian mother, who has what Dax likes to call, "hot asian blood." (In all fairness, I did throw a shoe at him once. Or twice. My bad.)

According to the tippy top authority on Astrology, the Aquarian Age Astrological Research Foundation... (lol)... "Scorpio is intense and sometimes violent." Since the little alien is only 10 weeks old, we can't yet say if he's inherited this characteristic. Although, this MIGHT be true when it comes to his BM.

Meanwhile, Sagittarius is "likely to be very social, energetic, of higher consciousness and may subscribe to the theory of ONENESS in the Universe." Of COURSE his sign had something to do with the Universe!! It might as well have said "may the force be with you."

Maybe this is why Dax insisted we register for the eighty-freaking-dollar Outer Space Activity Mat. I had originally intended to post a video of Cruz playing on it, but I took the video with my bberry and it turned out really sucky. So I'll have to renact it myself.

Cruz to play mat: "I am your father."

play mat: "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

What about B-LOG?

No, I'm not just talking about the title of my blog. B-LOG, if pronounced as it looks here (bee-log), is the temporary Filipino nickname of my little alien. It means round. :)

Here are pics from week 8 and 9!

More reasons why I should actually cook...

a NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWW kitchen!!!! (insert "Price is Right" voice over)

We chose a creamy granite counter top with brown, grey and red speckles to match our floors.

These other photos show off the new backsplash and cabinets (and under-cabinet lighting).

Dax surprised me this morning when a package arrived on my doorstep

Does this mean I have to start baking??!! Let's hope I don't do something dumb like burn butter again. At least if I don't bake, it makes for a nice decoration in my new kitchen.

Cruzy to the Maxiburger

I had to tell Cruz to stop flirting with me today. He kept smiling at me every time I looked over at him in his little lamb. I think he gets it from his Dad.

Baby Berry

Here are some quick mobile uploads for all you Cruz worshippers out there :)


He's thinkin', "oooooh a lamb!.....ooooooh a lamb!.....ooooooooooohhh! a lamb!"

What you didn't see next was that he tried to moon the camera when he thought I wasn't watching.

Cruz says "Nei!" during our 2nd futile attempt at the Baby Bjorn.

Potty training -- as in mommy is learning ways to keep me occupied while the bathroom is occupied.

And I shall call it "The Six-Week Sequence"

1:20 p.m.


1:21 p.m.

1:22 p.m.

1:27 p.m.

Happy 6-week birthday, Cruz!

E-V-O-OHHHHHHHhhhhhh

Yesterday, my OB said I was "ready" for "action" - IF you know what I mean...

She even went as far as recommending olive oil - IF you know what I mean...

Apparently, it is a trick she also used when my turkey was done approximately six weeks ago - IF you know what I mean...

It is funny to think of EVOO as a key ingredient to the circle of life. Low fat too. Gives new meaning to the term "organic."

Rachel Ray would be so proud.

Highlights (is that even possible?) from Labor and Delivery

I'm trying to remember the birthing experience (gulp!) with some levity. Call it a coping mechanism in the face of the possibility of future mini-Dax and Lauras, much to my parents' and in-laws' delight, I'm sure. Here's what I can recollect:

-Fearing the woman with the rubber glove.

-Thanking God for the epidural fairy.

-Blacking out for a few seconds every few minutes between contractions and yelling random things as I dreamt, like "I love microphones!"

-When my OB walked in and said "what are we having, a boy or girl?" less than 24 hours after I'd seen her for my last prenatal visit.

-When my OB said "Oh! Cruz Cruzada, what a good name," after asking what we will name our boy. (Not the first time this happened with her, yikes!)

-Barely coming to from the last contraction and listening to my OB and the nurses casually chat about New Moon and how Jacob is such a cutie. (It's true though. I'm totally Team Jacob.)

-Kolaches from Lone Star Bakery only a few minutes after my own little pig in a blanket arrived. Thanks, Mom.

-Free sandwiches in the refrigerator across my room.

-24-hours of House Hunters on HGTV on Thanksgiving day, which was celebrated in said room.

-And, of course the highlight was the arrival of my little alien. His very existence has trumped everything for the past five weeks, even celebrating Christmas (Sorry, Jesus!).

Everyone asks if I would do it again. The answer on Nov. 25, 2009 was H-E-double-hockey- sticks-NO. But today, on the five-week birthday of my precious baby boy, who may or may not be suffocating as he is so tightly wedged in the crook of Dax's arm, the answer is:

TO BE CONTINUED... :)

I should be on HGTV

So when I asked my Cowboy Contractor when he thought our reno would be done, he said maybe around Christmas. So... now that we are approaching January and my house hardly has electricity or water, I am crossing my fingers that he can get this done by the time Pam101 comes to visit for MLK weekend. Who knew 400 square feet and renovating a kitchen could take so bleepin' long?! Funny note: the Cowboy predicted I would have my baby within a week after the roof was torn out. He won himself a six pack. Here are some snaps:


The foundation took about 2 weeks!!!

Howdy, y'all!

The framing went up in about 3 days.

After all the electric, plumbing and HVAC work, the drywall goes up!


I am really excited about these custom cabinets!!!!

There's our cabinet dude, Bub. I love his name. Bub.

Eat, Poop, Love

Here are some snaps from our new little stinker:

Week 1: First week and those cheeks are coming in nicely...Who are we kidding? They're huge!

Week 2: It was after this photo that we realized we brought the wrong kid home and had to go back and exchange him for our baby.

Week 3: It's never too early to start pondering life's biggest mysteries. To poop or not to poop.

Week 3: Cruz' first walk. He's in there. Really.

Week 3: Crazy. Sexy. Cool.

Week 4: Proof that he doesn't ALWAYS need to sleep in someone's arms.

Week 4: Here's looking at you, stinks.

Week 5: We'll call these the Lost in Space series:

This is what the running man looks like...in space.

Yawning...INNNNN SSSPAAAAACE!

Babyness

It is in the wee hours of dawn that we bring you this special presentation. No infomercials. Just a reality check.

It is 3 a.m. and it has been three weeks and more than 300 diapers since the little alien has joined our civilization. We have had in the past three days MAYBE 12 non-consecutive hours of sleep, something I should be doing right now. Instead, I am being serendaded by a melody of grunts that precede the onslaught of what one of my BFF's calls a "butt-plosion." Or will it be projectile spit up? Only time will tell...

And time is a funny thing these days. Days go by like minutes and you forget the last time you took a shower - a singularly human concept that doesn't apply to him because of his naturally and intoxicatingly sweet scent. An evolutionary theorist will tell me it is nature's way of ensuring his survival. But I know there is an even bigger reason why I'm drawn to this little creature: The Poopy Face. Zoolander: eat your Le Tigre makin', Blue Steelin' heart out.


He learned quickly that if he makes his Poopy Face, they (and it) will come. Just look at it! It is a perfect combination of us. He has my first chin (or lack thereof), and Dax's second chin. As you can see in exhibit 1, his eyes have a hint of Asian, and while I'm Filipino, I think we all know where those came from.

But, no matter where you slice it, the bottom line is that he's MINE, ALL MINE. You can't have him! (Unless you can score us free tickets to the BCS Championship in Pasadena.)