Updates

This week Kavaun transitioned into his "big-boy bed" which basically means I unbolted one of the walls on his crib and it is now a day bed for our little guy. Of course, this happened as a result of him climbing and falling out of the crib a couple times. There was the time I heard a loud thud only to find Kavaun embarrassed upon my arrival. He just stood there crying staring at the floor and telling me "O'er there!" which means, "Leave". The next time his embarrassment led him to hide behind the rocking chair sniffling (or maybe he was crying due to pain?). The final instance was a little sneakier. I was downstairs after school while he napped. All of a sudden Kavaun was climbing down the stairs to come see me - no crying on the fall or when he apparently opened the bedroom door.



So, for the last five nights we have been taking shifts in Kavaun's room. He has been especially cuddly once he wakes up between 3 and 4 in the morning. We have been sleeping with him on his floor and the other night I came home from the gym at 10 p.m. and Beata and Kavaun were both sleeping in his "big boy bed". We are rookie parents no doubt. This will serve as the official (and funny?) record of how wrapped around his finger we really are. A tired week no doubt and we simply will not be able to keep this up.



Also, the pacifier has been officially over for about two weeks. Just prior to Labor Day weekend 2010 was the last of the pacifier.



In other news, Kavaun continues calling just about anything he enjoys eating "cake" - including ice-cream, pancakes and sometimes even french fries. His other favorite food term is "cook" for cookies - which includes nutrigrain bars, teddy grahams and crackers or pretzels. He likes to say. "Mo cook!" with his little pouty face.



"Please" is an idea he is latching on to because he has learned that it gets him what he wants. He used to resist the "p" word, but now we often hear an eager "peeeeaze" following a demand. We still need to remind him though, but now it comes with a big smile.



The two year check-up was a mess since we had a crabby little guy on our hands. No shots, but we still had to pin a screaming Kavaun down so Dr. Sherman could check him over. We barely got his height (35 inches I think) and he refused to sit still for the scale so I am not sure of his weight.



Those are the big events of the last couple weeks.