The life and times of Oscar Marcos Perez-Cytron. Born Thanksgiving Day 11/22/01.
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Tuesday, June 17, 2003
4:09 AM posted by Oscar
REVISIONIST POST (1-19-2004):
  Okay, it looks like I never got a chance to write about the St. George trip (see following posts for the reason). Which is too bad, because it was a really lovely trip. We drove down, which was really crazy, but kind of fun. On the way out of town, I impulsively asked Christian to stop by Best Buy to buy a DVD player, if we could find one for under $200. We did and it was the best money we've ever spent. A total parental cop-out, but still the best purchase ever. I promise to resist this urge when Oscar gets to be of Game Boy age. I also realized almost immediately after we crossed the 14th Street Bridge that I can no longer see and really need glasses. It seems that I've been living in an insanely close-range, urban myopic world. When you are on the interstate the world suddenly explodes and everything is 100 times further away. I couldn't see a thing and I couldn't drive at all.  So on the second day, we had to stop at Lenscrafters--deep in the heart of suburban Savannah. I had called ahead from South Carolina and made an appointment so that I could get the glasses (in "about an hour") and then get out with a minimum of time lost. Unfortunately, they dialated my eyes and the world was like a crazy kaleidescope for about eight hours, so not much driving relief for Christian that day.
On the way down we stopped at Sweatmans BBQ in South Carolina. An important star in the porcine BBQ constellation. The sauce was mustard based, the pigs were "whole hog," the tea was sweet, and the oaks were live. Oscar is standing in front of the smokehouse.
 We rented a place a block from the beach and went swimming every day. It was so peaceful and unspoiled. One day Oscar just fell asleep on Lala's lap listening to the waves. We ate fish that the menfolk, womenfolk and boy- and girlfolk caught. Jonathan and Heidi came over for a few days from New Orleans (no photos for some reason). They brought some Mardi Gras beads, which provided hours of entertainment. We watched birds and sunsets and lots of trash TV (as you can see in the background in many photos). Just what you would hope for a vacation.
 
Oscar loved playing with his tios. He climbed into their inflatable raft and stayed there for quite some time laughing and playing. He didn't want to take naps or miss anything and you can see the results above.
 
 
At this stage, he was running around so much that I think it was hard for Lolo and Lala to get him to slow down much for lap sitting and snuggles. But often he is paying more attention than you think--once we got home, he could pick out Lolo and Lala from a photograph before anyone else. He loved playing dopi-dopi-dopi and he loves looking at the pictures now that he's older--giving Lolo and Lala a "besito" and "abrazo" every time he passes their photo on the stairs.
 
Looking back many, many months later, I can now see that this, along with the trip to North Carolina later in the summer, was an important part of the Perez Family Gator Indoctrination Program. They get them while they are really young, wear Gator paraphenalia, say "go gators" at random, quiet moments, give cute snuggly gator toys to babies--and behold, my special little guy is gleefully yelling "Go Gators" with them--even though he has no idea whatsoever what it means. It's interesting (and mildly disturbing) to watch!
 
And, last, but not least, we did a very quick run to Gainesville to go to Harry Monkhurst's wedding reception. Here's Oscar hanging out with Marty, Sharon, and Ken. I wish we could have stayed longer, but by that time, we had pretty much worn Oscar down to a nub. He was so tired and stressed and he just wanted to go home, which we managed to do after two more full days of driving!
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