Oscar Stew

We’re settled in and mostly unpacked now, and figured it might be time to open the valve on the backlog of photos that are piling up. An extremely big thank you goes out to all those who helped us jam almost all our stuff into that tiny storage unit! So, how did it go? It goes like this…

Dog of Destruction pauses for a drink during her WWE debut on Spike. Notice her jammies are still zipped and snapped up to the top. How she pulled her arm out of the sleeve and through the neck remains a mystery. 

The toys disappeared but this space ranger still provided plenty of entertainment.

The house is empty, I’m bored, hungry, and want to leave. That’s what the belly told me that the baby said.

Cheddar was thrilled about his upcoming 9-hour Rocky Mountain Tour.

Edgar really seemed to enjoy it. He was allowed out of his box, so that may have had something to do with it.

It wasn’t long into our adventure that Rowan was disappointed with the tour. She had seen all this scenery before, and the snack bar wasn’t really satisfying. She took Daddy’s snacks and stayed awake until the last 15 minutes of the drive. Woohoo!   

There was another lump of flesh in the back of the car, but it didn’t make a sound for hours.

And it came to pass that the youngest generation was a loud and stiff-necked people, who set their hearts upon the things of the world… 

I know what your thinking, Drew’s head is on backwards. That tends to happen when you have two first days of skoo in the same year.

Drew’s first day at his new school happened to be “backwards day.” Way to be on top of it Scoob!

New desk. New teach. New friends. New fun!

Same old reward for doing well. If it ain’t broke don’t fix it!

We’re almost ready to hit the road and the kids have been doing a great job helping us pack for the trek west. But, with fewer and fewer toys laying around, Rowan has relentlessly sought for new things to entertain herself with. Take the rosemary bush for example. It’s minding it’s own business as a refugee from the winter in our bedroom, and then wham!

Looks like Ro has been closely studying her big sister’s ballet technique. Nice form!

Rowan, are you wearing a disposable diaper!? Long story short, a ridiculously bad diaper rash resulted in a MRSA infection that has to be treated with antibiotic cream and meds. Now before you go Google MRSA here’s a warning: The sight of a MRSA infection is not for the faint! Poor Ro, get better soon k! 

Well you’re already deep into this mess, but why ruin a good shirt?

Ever since this rash thing has been going on I’ve tried to limit Rowan to the BRAT diet, which works but isn’t too filling. Looks like Rowan is hoping for rock candy…

Turns out it’s a real rock. At least it’s a tasty rock right? Mmmm…not exactly what she bargained for.

Ok, fun’s over, time to clean up this mess. Hey Ro-dog, that vacuum is running! Curiosity killed the…oh nevermind.

I spy trouble. This may not end well.

(insert loud sucking sound here)

I’m laughing so hard I can’t even focus!

Hey, is the stew cold? Sorry about that, it’s been a while since we’ve had a moment to relax. Summer is long gone and there have been lots of changes for us, but we’re still having fun!

So where are these changes we are talking about? Well, to tell the truth, we are homeless. Off the grid. Drifters. Ok, our landlord decided to sell the house we’re in. We are trying to buy our own house (woohoo! & prayers needed) and in the meantime we are moving to the sandy beaches of Utah’s Dixie!

The seasons changed as quickly as our housing situation. The frost rolled in, and the garden wilted. We still had a decent harvest, and we were able to enjoy all the cantelopes and watermelons that Hammy didn’t get to. Mmmm!

Summertime dinner should be enjoyed outside, even if your yard is a steep slope. A couple of rocks to prop up the plate keeps the fixin’s from slidin’…

Are those beans gonna give you some wicked gas Ro-dog? Only time will tell.

While we waited for the butt-blaster Rowan passed the time by dipping rocks in Cheddar’s water and got REALLY in touch with nature.

I’ve got no claws, no fangs, no venom…even Mantis has those…thingees…

Speaking of thingees…the thingee looks like a baby now. 16 weeks, 4 days, 4 hours to go, but who’s counting right?

Boy or girl? Dunno. We had the nurse write the gender in this card just in case we HAD to know.

Either way we’re prepared with some homespun super-sweet gender-neutral jammies.

Brinley was exploding with jealousy at the very thought of not having her own set of custom jammies, so she was on the job immediately.

Careful now, no need for puncture wounds. Yet.

Why do for your kids what they can do themselves? I’m proud to say that Brinley hemmed the pants with little help from me.

Voila! That’s the Fancy Nancy way of saying “Check this out!”

Drew was selected to be the first Top Dog of his class, which gave him the opportunity to make big crafty messes at home to show off at school.

Can anybody guess who the Top Dog is? That kid in the back got it no time. Try not to look so disappointed Scoob. Ok…

Now he’s playing the shy card while his super teacher tells the class about all the super things Drew does and likes.

Let’s zoom in for a closer look.

Yep, that boy sure is busy!

As the temperatures dropped outside, a storm was brewing inside…

Not even five minutes later… How do you spell her name? T-R-O-U-B-L-E.

All that troublemaking came to a grinding halt with a nasty case of the flu. I would’ve rather had the trouble.

Indoor craft season is well underway with preparations for Halloween.

What no instant gratification? Bust out the hair dryer and those paper bag pumpkins will be dry in no time!