Oscar Stew

Today I spent 15 minutes trying to find my camera. It’s usually within arms reach at ALL times. Ready to document every happening. Sometimes it’s nice to take a break and live in the moment, rather than hiding behind 7lbs of metal.

It’s a new season. Things are changing. Priorities are shifting. Lately, I don’t know where I’m going, and I don’t know where I came from. I don’t know if I should stop or go. So much to do, so little time.

This dude started playing soccer. After every game, he is sure to tell everyone within earshot “I scored 30 goals!” I’m glad that his self-esteem is through the roof, but that’s a bit of an exaggeration. And can you believe he only has FIVE days left of Kindergarten? (((deep breath)))

This girl had her ballet recital. More on that later…

This one started crawling…

And climbing.

And getting into any and all manners of mischief.

With all that drool comes a side of crusty nose and diarrhea. Dare we hope for teeth? This chapped bum is enjoying some fresh air while we wait for a batch of fresh diapers…hot out of the dryer.

And that folks, is all I got for today.

Maybe we had too much cake and ice cream. Maybe we partied just a little too hard. Maybe it’s just spring time and all kinds of bugs and germs are swarming about. Maybe.

Whatever the case, all of us got a variety of yuck during this last week. Drew had it worst, and therefore was the “lucky” one who got the real drugs. Doesn’t he look ecstatic?

We all spent a lot of time sleeping and trying to rest off all the hacking, wheezing, overall goober-ness. Edgar was Drew’s knight in red fur. Anytime we got close to check on the sleeping scoob the pig would grind his teeth on the bed as a method of intimidation. Terrified, aren’t you?

Or maybe he was just trying to deflect blame from giving us all his own version of swine flu. Say what?!

Hear ye, hear ye! Be it known to all royal subjects that her highness, the Princess has conquered her 4th birthday!

As the sun rose on her majesty’s kingdom, it was apparent that the birthday fairy had struck once again.

I’m excited for my birthday, but I wish you wouldn’t take my picture until after my royal bath. Off with your head!

I insist that on this universal holiday that even my hair must reflect my quad degrees of glory.

I am ready to grace the stake center (and my adoring fans) with my presence. Elbow, elbow, wrist, wrist…

The only cake worthy of a princess is one that describes the difficulties of princess life.

At least the pea was an M&M. We’ll take a closer look, just to see if we can get that royal smirk off her face. Hello, dolly!

Is this a real princess under here or what?

One of the best activities during the pre-celebration is to adorn your own gifts with your blessed name, and artwork!

Now that we have the duties of the day finished, it is time for me to do what’s most important. Pinchy pinchy!

I received many gifts from my royal family. Too many you say? How dare you!

Behold a custom applique shirt, don’t you find it alarmingly cute!?

My goodness, it seems my halo has gotten larger. I command you to hold it up for me!

 At long last my chariot has arrived! No longer will that pesky peasant boy outrun me!

Yet another custom-made shirt and matching skirt to add to my vast wardrobe! Smashing! The best part is that it is a one-of-a-kind, of course!

Blast these infernal candles! Unless of course I get more wishes every time I snuff them out?

And as I commanded before, “Off with her head!” Good help is so hard to find these days…