Oscar Stew

We would like to officially welcome Rowan to Oscarstew. She’s had quite a busy week, so let’s review:

It appears that this princess is still trying to figure out what just happened! She was in a hurry and got a little banged up on the way out, which are all the red marks you see on her face.

Here she is minutes old, relaxed, tagged, and ready for all the excitement coming up next. 

Kids these days. Not even 1 day old and already has her own ipod (hearing test).

She wasn’t happy about losing the ipod, and decided to tell Mommy all about it.

No, she’s not picking her nose. Aunt Kelsey was the only one who knew the gender of the baby – thanks for making us such a beautiful soft quilt!

She is gorgeous.

It’s a good thing she can’t walk, because all these nurses want to do is poke her in the foot!

The doctor wanted her to spend some time at the spa working on her tan (she had a little jaundice, blame it on Daddy).

This is the only tanning booth where it’s OK to fall asleep.

Not every girl can have cool shades like these.

Drew & Brinley stopped by to worship, er, check on how the tanning was going.

Drew MD, checking Daddy to make sure he’s doing OK.

In case you didn’t know, there are several “castles” in downtown Denver, and Drew & Brinley were sure to pick them all out.

Time to blow this ice cube stand. We’re going home – finally!

GIRL! She was born at 2:49 p.m. today, weighed in at 6lbs. 10oz., and measured 19.75 inches long. Amy knew this morning that today was the day, and after 3 hours of labor this healthy little princess arrived. Amy and baby are both doing great, and I couldn’t be more proud of both of them!

Drew has decided to take an active roll in naming his future sibling. He has a couple names picked out. First on his list is “Corndog,” followed by “Dora.” Hmmmm, interesting.

We actually reeeeeeally appreciate the help. Coming up with a name this time around has proven to be quite a challenge. I don’t know if it is because we have to come up with TWO names (one boy, one girl), or that the baby’s name has to mesh well with Drew and Brinley. After all, when we yell their names for being engaged in mischief they have to roll off the tongue easily! In any case, if Ryan and I can’t decide on a name, we may be bringing “Corndog” home from the hospital. It’s better than “baby boy,” right?

And just to be fair – a quick snap of Brinley from today. She was supposed to be putting her laundry away, and ended up throwing a rip-roarin’ fit instead. Then she fell asleep on the floor of her room. Looks comfy, eh?

I swear my kids really do have normal clothes. We’re all for encouraging their imaginations, but SHEEESH!