The life and times of Oscar Marcos Perez-Cytron. Born Thanksgiving Day 11/22/01.
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If you want to add something to Oscar's baby-blog, send an email to megan@alpha60.com and we can set it up so you can post...
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Sunday, November 03, 2002
1:05 AM posted by Oscar
  Again, long time no blog. We've been busy as usual. Oscar is 11 months now. Today we went on a long walk in Rock Creek Park. It was a perfect fall day--blue sky, yellow light; the leaves are turning, we even saw a deer. We dressed Oscar up as Eeyore for Halloween (He loves it when we sing him the winnie the pooh song from the mobile he used to have over his crib--we don't really know the words, but try to make something interesting up. We do a lot of crazy song and dance productions around here, which is funny given my disdain for musicals. Other favorites are Ave Maria, You are my sunshine, Mariposita, You are my spendid butterfly... But I digress...)
He got really excited about his costume and we took him out on the stoop (one of his and our favorite activities) to hand out candy. He absolutely freaked out the first time he saw someone wearing a mask and Oscar's Halloween was over in under 15 minutes.
  We've also been taking him to the National Gallery at least once a week. He loves the Calder room (and so do we) and the Rothkos. I'm not sure why, but he points and says dat-dat-dat whenever he sees a painting he likes. Christian has taken a liking to a Aelbert Cuyp painting of cows in the West wing. It's very agrarian, bovine, and peaceful and obviously far removed from our day to day cowless existence (oh Asturias, we miss your happy green-hay-eating cows with the bells on their necks).
Otherwise, not too much to report. He's got 11 teeth now. He's taking small steps on his own, but hasn't really started to walk without being close to the walls or furniture (though he doesn't really hold onto them anymore, he kind of trails his fingers across them for security. He's also become obsessed with cylindrical objects (like pens, pencils, chopsticks, straws, breadsticks, etc.) and balls. He's not really secure unless he is holding at least one of these things.
I'm going to try to add pictures directly into this blog, since I've been so atrocious about getting my act together to do Oscar's website. I'm such a perfectionist about certain, discrete organizational things that it makes it impossible for me to actually get anything done. That said, these pictures are particularly bad--our digital camera flash literally exploded in North Carolina, so we'll be doing quite a bit of blurry, conceptual stuff with natural light only. Not to mention the shirt I'm wearing--good god, what was I thinking?
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