Is Oscar a Hobbit?

The evidence:
He is short of stature.
His feet are disproportionately large.
He loves staying in.

He loves shiny things.
He loves dancing.

He never wears shoes.
He has long, skilfull fingers.
He has a tendency towards chubbiness.
He has little or no facial hair.
He does not understand machinery.
He delights in wearing bright colors, particularly yellow and green.
He has a great love of food and drink.


His meal schedule is the following:
   5 am first breakfast  
   8 am second breakfast
   11 am elevenses, duh
   1 pm lunch
   3 pm tea
   5 pm dinner
   8 pm supper
   12 pm midnight snack
   3 am - well, this seems to be a baby-only meal.
All in all, he is a simple man who lives an unadventurous, bucolic life of eating and socializing.

Conclusion: Definitely hobbit-like! However, I am not a hobbit. Therefore Eric must be full hobbit and we have produced a half-man, half-hobbit child. Thoughts?

The Big Orange Splot

This project started over Thanksgiving break and now it's done! Eric pointed out that most people, should they undertake a project like this, would probably do food-themed stencils, since it's in the kitchen. I like this better!

"My house is me and I am it. My house is where I like to be and it looks like all my dreams."

American Weekend!

Pawnee National Grasslands, about thirty minutes east of Fort Collins

I was very aware that there is nowhere to hide on the grasslands. There were people with guns everywhere!

Oscar's in his car seat next to the car's front tire.

I hit the target most of the time!

We shot all our ammunition and apparently there's a real "gun craze" going on now, so there is no ammunition to be found in any of the stores in town. The theory is that all the gun enthusiasts are worried that their favorite gun will be outlawed and they won't be able to get ammo for it any more, so they have to stock up on it now. Of course, the chance that a .22 will be outlawed is pretty low, so the gun enthusiasts are probably just being silly.

Oscar the grouch

Mark sent Oscar this perfect bath towel. Normally Oscar loves his bath but on this day he had had all his shots! Three shots! So he was a little bit grumpy and cried his head off for an hour straight while I was at school... sorry Eric. He had never screamed so much before.

In other news, he's gotten a lot bigger! He was born at 6 pounds 12 ounces and 19.75 inches. He is now 11 pounds 3 ounces and 23 inches, the 50th percentile for weight and the 97th percentile for height, or length as I prefer to think of it, since he is so rarely vertical. Go team!

Oskar bloomed yesterday!

Oskar the red amaryllis

 Look at his fat little arms! He's lying on the blanket Elizabeth made him.

 Fighting a ghost

I am so sweet and innocent! I have fat wrists!

 Who, me? But I am the fattest baby!

 Kind of a smile! With kind of a dimple!

Just look at those arms!

Oscar's first pacifier:

He loves it!

Oscar loves the sling too.

Oscar then and now

Then: under cousin Henry

Now: out in the world!

 He's an angel when he's sleeping!

Oscar's loving relations

 Grandma Sue

 Grandpa Lloyd

 Auntie Liza - Aunt Eliza

 Aunt Annie (Auntie Anne is the pretzels...)

Baba Yaga. Of course the only picture of her is a little bizzaro. She defies photography.