It was a good summer for Oz:

He learned to ride a bike pretty well; we’re now going out and doing 10-mile rides a couple of times a week.

He learned to play guitar; he can churn out pretty recognizable versions of “Born to be wild”, “Satisfaction”, “Smoke on the water”, and “I love rock ‘n roll”, among others.

He learned to swim, more or less.

And he got really comfortable with reading pretty long books with no pictures, and logged about 4000 pages or so.