Tardy for the Party.

Sorry about that.  I mean the title.  But I am tardy.  Our little guy had his third birthday on the 25th and I am just now getting around to posting about it.  It might be simply that weekends are no longer free.  I think Jen, Oz and I have spent every weekend since Mother's Day with at least one side of our family.  As much as I love them, I need a break.
On to the point though.  Our little guy is now three years old.  What has happened in the last year?
A lot, most notable though is that Oz has gotten rid of those pesky diapers, and that is AWESOME!
Any parent will tell you how great it is to not have to shell out dough for those darn things.  We are both so proud of Oz.  Add to that his ever increasing vocabulary, ability to not eat anything we put in front of him and amazing memory for everything he is NOT supposed to say and you have a pretty well rounded kid.  We love the kiddo and every day is just as great as the last and makes me look forward to the next.  Even when he is a total s*@t!  I will get back to eventually posting more about our Europe trip, but it has just been so crazy.
In the meantime, enjoy some pics over the last year of OzMan.

Aunt Jane in Beantown

Oz wanted to wish his Aunt Jane a happy school year as she continues her "education" at Emerson College in Boston, MA. He wanted to put up this picture of her from a party just before her departure. The party is the annual Lighting of the Palm: A Celebration of Disappointment, I would tell you more but I can't. Oz was not allowed to attend, it is an adults only party so he spent the evening with his Grandma and Grandpa. We showed him pictures though and he thought that this picture of his Aunt summed up the party and Jane (Jane is the one on the stylish new frames). However, he would like frequent contact with his Aunt and this can conveniently be done via his mom's cell phone. As we don't yet allow Oz to have his own yet. And he has asked, constantly, he wants to holla at his homeys and text his little fingers to the bone. Actually, his fingers are probably the only ones that could easily navigate the tiny buttons of my treo.
So Aunt Jane, give your favorite nephew Oz a text and he will hit you back girl!