Sliding!
Adventures of Oz
Oscar was born on Saturday, February 19, 2011. Like any good 21st century baby, he requires an internet presence.
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2012-05-27
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2012-05-26
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2012-05-25
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2012-05-24
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2012-05-23
Haircut!
On Mother’s Day, Oz had a really busy, summery day. We rode in Sunday Parkways and it was a beautiful, warm, sunny day. By the end, Oz was a sticky ragamuffin, covered in berries, juice, dirt, food and other stickiness. His hair was getting straggly. Before tossing him in the bath, Mama decided a haircut was in order. Here we go!

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All done! (More pictures coming soon!)
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2012-05-22
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2012-05-21
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2012-05-20
Fifteen months
The biggest Oscar event of the past month has been WALKING! Once the whole thing clicked in his head, he was golden, and he hasn’t looked back. He’s still working hard at mastering the complications of shoes and uneven surfaces, but it won’t be long. We gave him a haircut last week (pictures forthcoming), and combined with the walking, he’s definitely not a baby anymore!
Oz also finally grokked sign language this month. He easily and consistently uses “milk,” “eat,” and “all done.” “Water” happens occasionally — when prompted — and more closely resembles an attempt to pat his own ear than the actual sign, but he makes his point. “Milk” also seems to mean “mama,” which makes perfect sense. Now that he’s got them, we’re working on adding some new ones — “potty,” “help,” and “sleep.” He waves hello, goodbye and good night, saying, “T t t t t!” when it’s time for him to go to bed.
He’s deep into some difficult toddler behavior — sometimes shrieking and hurling himself to the ground when asked to wait or told “no.” But this is accompanied by fun toddler stuff, too: trying to clean himself up after meals, going to retrieve his shoes or a book when asked, helping to dress himself. He so clearly enjoys achieving mastery of assorted tasks, and is just as clearly frustrated when his brain, body, or parents don’t cooperate to help him do what he wants.
Mostly, he’s a cheerful, happy dude. Pretty normal for his age. He spent twenty minutes this morning pulling books off a bookcase. At the park, he goes down the slide on his belly. He’s added gentle petting to his repertoire of cat-related interactions (added it to “tail-pulling” and “screeching”). He’s a snuggler and loves reading.
We love you, kiddo. Here’s to fifteen months. -
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