In the rain.

Mmm, spring.

I wonder what this will taste like.

On a blanket.

They call me Nutley Nuthatch.

Dad busted mom and I eating some unidentified cheesy potato sample at Trader Ho's. Mmm, I like grocery store samples.

Some day, I will hate my parents for my hair. Of course, I will probably hate my parents for a myriad of other offenses, not the least of which writing a blog in "First Person Oscar" so they may as well spike my 'do with breastmilk and take plenty of nekkid photos.

I swear, he said BALL.

Oscar visits his Grumps, who's cleaning the tanks at the aquarium.

Mommy and Oscar share a fishy moment of reflection at the aquarium

Daddy and Oscar welcome the aliens.

Okay, not really, they went to the aquarium.

Check out my new 'do.

Playtime with yams.














This week, Oscar has decided to veto solid food. Anything that goes in comes back out with a big raspberry. He blew beets all over mommy once this week (no more beets for Oscar).

So, in an effort to lighten mealtime, mommy decided to let Oscar feed himself the yams that he wasn't interested in eating from the spoon. He was way into the way they squished between his fingers, and we all agree they make an excellent hair fixative.

Next week, maybe we'll want to eat them again.