five months

Dear Oscar,

Five months hit you with a summer cold: runny, stuffed up nose; dry little cough; red eyes after naps that are too short.

After two months of anticipation (and knuckle biting, and fist chewing), you still have no teeth.

You have been eying our food lately, and reaching for plates and cups. Last weekend found you gnawing on the edge of our neighbors' dining table while the rest of us ate pork tacos.

You find your sister hilarious, and spend a lot of time making sounds and faces to try to get her attention. Sometimes she gives you her toys to play with, sometimes she takes them away. When she jumps and dances, you laugh and laugh and laugh.

You love kisses.

We call you Oscar, Ox, Oscar McGosker, Foxy Oxie, Oscar LaRoscer, Brother, The Little Brother, Buddy, Maguff.

We give you lots of kisses.

I love you!

Love,
Mama