Every year, I watch the Oscars. I may not have seen all the movies, I may not have cared, but still I have invested those four hours or so to watch the stars bask in the glow of the spotlight to receive their golden statuettes. Something about the pomp, the circumstance, the over the top fashions, it’s something I’d rather complain about being bored by than miss.
And speaking of bored, that’s the reaction that has been my daughter’s since her first Oscars at the very young age of 2 months. For the past five years, it has been a struggle. Although we relish in our Oscar Sundays, we have to find ways to preoccupy the wee one. And now, through a process of trial and error, we have found a balance to make the Academy Awards a family affair (until she passed out after about hour one or two that is).
(and yes, that is me with an Oscar, sadly, not my own).