And Chloe makes three!: six months happier.

has it really been over a month since my last post?? ooooh yes it has.
lo siento.

life has been....well...life. busy and fabulous. but nevertheless, not a moment to sit down in front of the computer to write. in fact, right now as i type, one eye is on the computer monitor and one eye is on the baby monitor. i rush around nowadays like im on the 'minute to win it' game show. currently... i think i'm on about a 20 minute span of 'me time.' so here we go...

here's the update:

baby girl is 6 MONTHS OLD TODAY! its truly unbelievable. i'm so excited that she's growing up so quickly and fabulously and with such a fun, spunky personality. gotta be honest, i was a bit worried with what i'd do with a bland baby. you know.. the perfectly content baby staring at the wall in the swing? yeah, thats not mine and i'm glad. man, i'd be bored. and what the heck would i blog about?

in fact, speaking of swings... just two hours ago i had placed her in the mobile, table swing (which is not on a table, but on the floor) so that she could nap a little while the a/c repairman was here. i put it in my bathroom, turned on the sacred hair dyer noise machine and attempted to let her nap. i came out into the living room and could hear her talking and cooing in the bathroom. 'she's so cute,' i thought. what a cute little content (non bland) baby i have. so as i sit on the couch with my laptop, i hear things get quiet. quiet at naptime is usually a good thing, but today i thought....hmmm, quiet too fast = trouble. she's been known to pull things too close to her crib THROUGH the slats, tried to eat her blankie and had 'code brown' explosions and be sitting in them happily. so, i thought i'd investigate.

as i walk into the bedroom i can hear her laughing and cooing again. hmm. i turn the corner and see my baby, my six month old baby, lying on the tile floor belly down, eating the bathroom rug. awesome. is it wrong that the first thing i think of is that i'm glad no one is here to witness this b/c i'm such a terrible mother? well, it's the truth. i pick her up and she gets mad and tries to grab for the rug. double awesome.

so let me get this straight. my child flung/slouched/flailed herself out of the swing onto the tile ground while i was in the other room. does that nominate me for best mother ever? im thinking i've gotta at least have a chance.

so, after i realized she was HAPPY to be on the floor instead of lying there angry and/or, more importantly, HURT, i checked her for bumps/bruises and then realized we need to be using the strap. so, that's what they are for. hmmm, im catching on.

but the truth is, bland babies dont eat bathroom rugs and they certainly dont slouch out of their swings for the heck of it.

also, the latest cute thing she does...laugh hysterically. the video won't upload and i dont have the time to figure that out, but.... polo (our dog) figured this out for us. she apparently thinks sneezing is the funniest thing EVER. he did a little doggie sneeze and she LOST IT. sneezing literally has her rolling. and that's a good thing, because we're not that funny. wish you could see it, but you can't.

also, FOOD! we're eating baby food (and have been for a few months now). thats mind-blowing to me. i truly can't believe i have a baby old enough to eat food. and by 'eat' i mean 'spit' food. she likes most of it, except for the greens. hmmm, how can i describe her feelings accurately? maybe its just easier to show you.

the first is total disgust and the second is more of a 'seriously, mom? are you SERIOUS?" don't worry, i stopped. after taking this picture.

also, and not related whatsoever... we are 6 for 6 in the code brown department. you may have noticed i used that language up top. thats my word for what goes on in her pants lately. now, i swore i wasn't going to be the mother who talked to the world about my child's bowel movements. and i'm still (sorta) not that person. but, i'll have you know that i have changed six code brown diapers in six days. what is a code brown you might ask? well... a code brown is an emergency situation in which you are alone in the house, with:
- a baby
-two barking dogs
-a large amount of poo spilling out the sides of a worthless, non-effective diaper

CODE BROWN.

however, to specify, a code brown can only be classified as such if there is also poo on you. anywhere, any shape, any color. but it must be on your person. hair counts.

today, my friends, was my sixth code brown IN. A. ROW. today's feature included (but not limited to): poo in the hair, on my wrist and forearm, on my work dress and eventually in chloe's hands. a special, happy thursday to me.

but, it cracks her up and i think she's really taking a liking to being changed in the bathroom sink. its a win-win for her, really. she gets all of her favorite things in one changing: standing up, naked, water (psuedo bath) and she gets to laugh and smile at her self in the mirror. quite a perfect day, if you ask her.

its actually hilarious (but you have to wait to laugh until you're clean and there is a new diaper in place). before that, its actually just pitiful.

so that about sums it up. things are fun and happy at the ross house. monday brings the six month shots and then we leave for cancun soon after that!

here are some parting shots of the little C-bomb....

sitting up for the first time, alone, in austin

(austin brings out the best in me, too, Chloe.)

on our way to uncle taylor's graduation.

just hanging out in her first hotel visit. she liked the bed.

running errands with mom.

i love my little 60-year old overweight, balding man. i mean, chloe. she was cruising around the pool in the new swim gear we got her for the blistering sun in cancun.

luckily, she didn't hate the glasses until we got out of the pool.