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.

Oscar then and now

Then:

Now:

A little light baby torture

See Oscar go! Go car go!

We're BROTHERS!

This is a time lapse...

 They settle, lick, fight, settle, repeat.  lots of love between the tabby brothers.

One week ago today...

We set the table so nicely! All our wedding presents come into play! The tablecloth is from Aunt Sally and the china was Grammy and Grandfather's.

Roasted vengtables, nicely carved roasted chicken, and mashed potatoes. Yum!

After dinner we took turns relaxing with Raj who does not mind being covered with the blanket.

Red kitchen is red!

What we did over Thanksgiving break: I graded lab reports. Eric played Borderlands and pwned newbs in LOL. Then we got down to business and painted the kitchen cabinets red! It looks pretty boss and wicked, we think. The plan is one day to spraypaint stencils over the red, which will only add to the awesomeness. Here they are, for your viewing pleasure:

This one is to show you the red color most clearly.

The cats really liked having all the doors off their hinges while we were painting them. Mo is really mad that I can actually see him though. 

Our house at night

I asked Eric if he'd be willing to put up Christmas lights on our house, so we got Christmas lights yesterday and Eric decided to hang them right away. They look pretty jaunty, right? Nice doinks over the garage and windows, especially. Now he wants to get MORE lights and hang them around the back patio... I may have unleashed a monster!

The cats like the baby's things.

Pocky in Henry's hat

Maurice and Garage in the high chair and the car seat

Garage in the sling

Pocky in the sling

Garage is ready to go for a stroll!

Peopling

I am afraid that the world continues to people (I am using it as a verb).  Margaret and I are also peopling.  Meaning we will soon generate an "I".  Something that is and is aware it is.  Creating life can be philosophically difficult... HELP ME ALAN WATTS!

What am I doing with my life?