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.)