Time measured in
forts built
negotiated meals
slow songs danced
books read
conversations enjoyed
near falls bouncing on the couch
hiding the TV remote and cell phones
trips up and down the stairs
intense stares
giggle attacks
bird watching out the window
identification of "cars" passing by on the street(Kavaun's favorite word actually sounds like, "cah")
calling out "ball" when seen on TV, in a book and in-person
mooches granted (Persian word for kiss)
tears wept usually followed by smiling eyes
hugs shared
Cheerios eaten
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Yesterday while I was in the kitchen I heard Kavaun scream from his playroom (formerly known as our dining room). When I got out there it was a funny sight. With only his diaper on, he maneuvered a chair into position so he could climb onto the table. When I got there, he was sitting Indian style on the top of the table screaming like he was trapped. I guess you had to be there to appreciate the scene. I helped him down.
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Something we may forget if I do not write it down: Kavaun's goodbye kisses through the gate when we leave the house. Fun stuff.
