Quirky Cavan

Since I am no longer able to update the blog on a consistent basis, I will just have to give you the highlights.

**Cavan is now able to dress herself. When I take a shower she gets dressed in her room. This allows her enough time to practice getting her clothes on without relying on me to help. In addition, it gives me a respite from my own frustration in watching her struggle with finding the arm holes and I get to shower alone. What a treat. But, if I don't lay out her clothes for her, we get some interesting concoctions. Here is an especially fashionable choice: blue shirt, pink tie-dyed skirt, Dora knee pads, green Mardi Gras beads, gray socks with pink puppy dogs, and pink shoes. Funny, the knee pads really connect the blue in the shirt to the pink in the skirt and shoes. She must have an eye for couture.

**Cavan came up to me last week and said, "Mommy, when I get bigger I want to be a mommy just like you." Can you visualize my heart melting?

**When Cavan wakes up in the morning, she comes into my room to wake me up. For the previous four mornings, she has brought in two of her stuffed animals and she says, "Mommy, I brought presents. Here's one for you and here's one for Emma." She is so delicious in the morning—it is my favorite time to spend with her. (Skip to an hour and a half later when the not listening starts). In addition, this morning she climbed in my bed so stealthily, I didn't here her. I was awoken to a little whisper in my ear, "Sweetheart...sweetheart. Open your eyes. Open your eyes honey." Sweetheart is right. A perfect way to wake up.

**We have a sliding glass door and for security there is a bar that slides down into the track to reinforce the lock. I asked Cavan to pick up the bar the other day and she kept dropping it. On about the third try and subsequent fumble she exclaims, "Damn stick!" I said, "Cavan, say SILLY stick instead." She does and I think that's the end of it. Then last night, she was playing Go-FISH with her cousins and her cards kept falling off the table. She exclaims again, "Damn cards!" Her cousins looked shocked, started giggling and told me "Cavan said a bad word." Obviously someone in our house gets frustrated often, and I don't think its me (though I will be paying closer attention to what I am saying.) But the English teacher in me is proud that she is cursing in the correct context! Way to use your adjectives!