Time to Write

I'm not the most consistent blogger, and I'm even worse with the journal I haven't written in since September! I look at the journal often and I know I need to write in it, but by the time I get into bed, it doesn't take long for me to be out. Everyday with Cruz he gets older, bigger, smarter. This past weekend he became enamored with Sam's laptop cords. He wanted to play with them, and we repeatedly told him, "No." Then he wanted to test it. So he would crawl closer, sit up, and look at Sam. Crawl closer, sit up, look at Sam. It was cute, and you could almost see the wheels spinning in his brain.

Cruz is typically a happy guy (the teething thing has made him cranky) and he loves being with his mom, dad, and sister. He always smiles when Novali is around. The one day they were playing with his house and she left the room (but was coming back) and he started crying. He's also done some of that when I leave his sight. And I love the reaching. It's so precious when he holds his arms out.

I have a hard time listening to him cry in his crib (when it's time for bed) and keeping him from drinking all his bath water.

There is typically a point in the wee morning hours that Cruz wakes up and he comes to our bed to be nursed and he usually falls back to sleep. He loves snuggling with his papi. Sam calls it "burrowing." He just snuggles really close to Sam, to the point where Sam keeps moving farther from the center of the mattress. It's cute to see them together when I wake up.

In SB, the fair is in July.