The life and times of Oscar Marcos Perez-Cytron. Born Thanksgiving Day 11/22/01.
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Wednesday, December 11, 2002
11:42 PM posted by Oscar
We sure do miss the San Miguel sun! It's been a frozen wasteland here ever since we've been back. I feel like I'm back in St. Louis! Today, there was an ice storm in the morning and its been drizzling cold rain all afternoon. It's such an effort to go out. Since we walk pretty much everywhere, we have to get so bundled up that we can barely move. At some point Oscar always gets tired of his stroller, so one of us has to carry him. Usually by the end of an excursion, the stroller is loaded up with groceries and other stuff and Oscar is sleeping in one of our arms.
Yesterday we took him to the doctor and he had gained two pounds in one month. He got a whole bunch of shots and had his blood drawn, which was very traumatic for all of us, though he bounced back quickly.
Oscar is running all over the place now. He's walking, climbing the stairs, eating like a maniac, and crashing for a two to three hour nap every day. He's saying bye-bye, hola, uh-uh (instead of uh-oh), that, and baba reliably. He's also said gato, cat, buddha, and a few other words in context, but only when he feels like it. He has really discovered books. He grabs one at a time and brings it over to one of us to read. His favorites seem to be Buenas Noches Luna, The Runaway Bunny, En el Campo, Piglet, A Pooh Book with a squeaky toy.
My current favorite is a really, really surreal Teletubbies book that I think came from my mom's friend Marsha. The "plot" goes something like this: there's a pink cloud inside, one of the Teletubbies is eating tubby custard. the cloud causes the tubby custard to spill, a big machine called a no-no tries to suck up both the cloud and the tubby custard. It gets sick and throws all of it back up and it reforms as a pink tubby custard cloud. The teletubbies love each other very much and have a group hug. I think it's good that there's no clear moral to the story and that it leaves quite a few loose ends.... Maybe this seemingly bad children's literature will prepare him for Pynchon novels and French New Wave film later in life.
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