Is This The End Of Naps As We Know Them?

Whenever we get Nikos' hair cut, we illegally park in the Trader Joe's parking lot and hope no one notices for the 15 minutes or so that we are there. So far, so good. Saturday I decided to combine our errands and actually shop at Trader Joe's prior to the cut. Here's Nikos with the yellow balloon he asked the cashier for...I was thrilled when he asked "please" for the balloon and then thanked the cashier after he gave it to him. Other highlights from the trip include me getting him to sing "Spill the wine, take that girl!" while shopping (after which he told me "mama this is a good song.")

Poor Nikos has had a cough for a few weeks and on Saturday he developed a fever. At 1am Sunday morning he starts screaming and crying and he feels like he is on fire. His temperature came up at 101.9. I hardly ever call Kaiser when he's sick but with all the H1N1 flu deaths lately I got a little freaked out. Luckily, after calling the doctor they said he may have the flu, but not the big bad one. Of course, this cancels our plans for Sunday when we were supposed to go to the Cupcake Tasteoff. Booo. What did we do Sunday instead?

Nikos continued his potty training (2x in the potty on Sunday) and he made sure other household members took up the training as well.

Before you get the wrong idea and think we are WT, the diaper laying on the ground in the background is not Niko's (or Olive's) but in fact was on Brobee (fans of Yo Gabba Gabba will know who I am talking about.) Brobee was Niko's first potty training victim, but once he realized Brobee's legs wouldn't bend (effectively rendering him un-trainable since he couldn't sit on the toilet) he found a new pupil.

Since we were spending most of the day home bound, I decided it would be the perfect time to promote Nikos to his big boy bed. In order to avoid spending any money I decided we should swap the kids cribs (since Olive's converted to a toddler bed and Niko's didn't.) So I moved Olive into Niko's crib, popped the the side off hr crib, and presto! big boy bed.

Climbing in. (He didn't really need to use the stool but he wanted to.)

Checking out the bed.

He asked us when we were going to "close it." Ha.

Snug as a bug.

So we are three hours in and he is still in the crib. We put some pillows on the ground right outside his crib, hopefully he won't need them. I'm anxious to see how things work in the morning, I'm hoping he is like Mason and thinks that he still needs to call us to get out of bed. Ha!