Oscar Stew

The blog is dying, no question. I’d really like to fix that, but summer break, a dying camera and a massive to-do list is keeping us plenty busy and undocumented. Sometimes I feel like we are still adjusting to the busy-ness of 4 kids. We’ll get there, or maybe we won’t. Either way we’ll die trying. Here’s to optimism!

Rowan’s birthday was a few weeks ago, and since turning two is most definitely blog worthy, here we go…a little late, but better than never!

T’was the night before and all through the house, two birthday fairies stayed up late decorating the house.

A royal throne they did create, topped with a coffee filter crown for Ms. “10 minus 8”.

OK, enough rhyming. As the sun rose at the zoo, Rowan discovered she was locked in a cage with a bunch of gas…and you thought she was smiling.

See, what did I tell you? You don’t want out, do you Ro? Set that animal free!

Hey batter batter, hey batter batter, hey batter….Queen!

Good thing we didn’t have any guests to share that cake with, eh?

You want some? Ya can’t have any!

 

There might be enough batter left for a cake…maybe…

We had to detox with the anti-ox. Rowan’s favorite snack is blackberries. Lucky for her, they were affordable that week!

After her first class snack, Rowan cashed in her miles and jetted away on Backyard Air.

 

What’s more fun than an underdog for the Ro-dog?

You’d think she’s been flying for years, but no. She is a rookie that looks like a pro! Argh! I rhymed again!

Once she had arrived at her favorite tropical destination she enjoyed a nice run through the fountain of youth. You don’t see old geezers running through sprinklers, do you? I rest my case. 

Then she took a break from the fountain to enjoy the frozen delicacies the cabana boy brought out.

What’s that? That’s a baba posss-ickle? NO. WAY. way…

And how tasty is that popsicle Ro? Tell us how you really feel, because we sure can’t tell from that scowl on your face…

Move over Pantene! You know it’s been a good day when you’ve lost a pig-tail, and your hair is looking mighty frizzy. It’s her birthday and she’ll frizz if she wants to!

 

She huffed and she puffed, but the only thing that blew was her bangs. Aw dang.

Blowing out your candles is over rated anyway. Eating the frosting off the cake is a much better tradition!

We attempted to make the famous zebra cake, but when you have three little kitchen elves helping, getting precise zebra stripes is somewhat difficult.

What was most important was that it was tasty, and gone in 20 minutes! Rowan, you’re the girl of the hour, and we’re so glad your ours! Mmmmmwah!