Tuesday

The past few nights Khai and I have been staying at my moms place while John finishes working on the loft. The nice thing about it is waking up and just handing Khai over to grandma aka daycare provider and rolling out of the house and actually getting to work early!
Yesterday I had to run by the condo after work to pickup my contacts. While driving home I felt so weird because I didn't have a crying baby in the backseat and had this flashback of life before baby. Me...leaving work, not having to go pickup Khai from my moms, getting home at a decent time, doing things for myself around the house at my own pace.I enjoyed it. For a moment there, I considered hitting happy hour. Then I realized I had to head back to reality. There was a sweet little boy waiting for me at grandma's.
Called my mom up to tell her I was on my way and she put Khai on the phone. Not that he has a clue where Mommy's voice is coming from.....but he knows it and he knows this time of day is when I should be there... he started walking to the front door looking for me. Ok, he didn't walk on his own...but he walked dammit and he knew Mommy was supposed to come in thru the front door!! He is so smart.
We had our own little happy hour playing with his plastic car and links and Mr. Le French Kat. Then he dined on milk and a few wheat thins and cheese and back to the living room to play. I spent the last half hour of his evening crawling around the floor meowing, barking, and oinking at him. I love how he cracks up - that belly laugh. Cracks me up too. We both fell over eachother laughing and then he farted in my arms as I held him.
He's so great.