The positives? We can actually watch the Superbowl with our friends instead of couped up in the house so Beau can 'focus,' and Cruz no longer has to wear his Bears jersey to church for let's see, the 18th Sunday in a row. How many weeks do I have until baseball season starts???
Much like the Bears game this afternoon, this weekend was filled with a roller coaster of ups and downs. Cruz woke up Saturday morning with his very first cold. I found him face first in a puddle of snot-slobber and his little head was so congested. Poor baby. He had no idea what was going on, but I could tell he didn't feel like himself. We spent the majority of Saturday holding him, and I became pretty good at the whole nasal aspirator thing. He was so sweet, still trying to smile and play, but usually settling for a head on our shoulder instead. I felt helpless and desperate for my little one most of the day.
I guess a lot of snuggling and cuddling is the best medicine for a baby's first cold. By Saturday night, the Cruz Man was starting to act like himself again. After a warm bath, some fresh pjs, and a snot-free blanket on the floor, Cruz played with his toys and we cooked in the kitchen. One of my favorites, chicken tetrazzini. We had a carpet picnic on the living room floor, watched TV in between puppet shows and plastic cup towers, and enjoyed a nice night inside.
Sunday morning, Cruz once again woke up with a plugged nose and watery eyes. I thought it seemed like a good idea to stay in, but Beau insisted we head to church. I think he wanted to pray for his Bears.
I guess Cruz was as nervous about the game as his father was. Today was the first morning I had to take him out during the sermon. Not because he was fussy, though. He pooped. Or so I thought. It ended up being a false alarm, so, as I lugged my baby and baby bag back to our pew (no pun intended), five minutes later, we had the real thing. This time, however, I made the decision to barrel through the last ten minutes of church with a stinky baby. Cruz didn't seem to mind a bit; however, his father made quite a scene. Instead of take part in the last song, Beau decided it was a better idea to make gagging faces at me and stand about two feet away from me and Stinky. Needless to say, I didn't catch a whole lot of the sermon this morning ;).
After a bottle and more importantly, a fresh diaper, Cruz was ready to party. Let's just say his game face looked a little bit different than the Bears' starting lineup.
The first half was far from entertaining for this family. So, while the offensive line decided not to block and Jay Cutler decided not to play, we decided to make our own fun...
We had some tummy time (notice the drool)...
Conversed with the creepy baby face toy during the second quarter...Cruz was mesmerized.
Practiced our touchdown dance...
And took a nap during half-time. By the time we (Cruz and I) woke up, Cutler was chillin on the sidelines and Todd Collins was getting his first ever field time (we should have kept napping)...
At least we had cheese dip.
At Wal-Mart yesterday, I came across a pack of Bears napkins. I couldn't resist, and not only left with the napkins, but groceries for deviled eggs, hamburger cheese dip, bacon wrapped smokies, and ham and swiss slammers. Sunday's spread was made complete with a couple of Bud Lights, a bag of M&Ms (which were ironically missing the yellow and green ones), and a perfect tailgate feast for two (or twenty).
The Bears couldn't quite get it done, but Cruz was able to see a pretty great and unexpected season football for his first season of life. I guess the best things are worth waiting for! And Mark and Janet...Cruz sure got some good use out of his little jersey!
Bring on some warm weather and Chicago Cubs baseball!