Mommy-Kai time

So…this concludes Heavy Post Week. I promise a bit more frivolity next week. Or at least a little less deep, dark introspection.

In the meantime, how about a cute Kai story?

Anya is my girl. She is the Rory to my Lorelai. My partner in all things artsy-craftsy. My foodie buddy. But Kai and I tend to be more…in tune with each other. Which is why I relish the time we have alone together. Like last Sunday.

After a lovely morning of napping and watching television (yes, I do that sometimes…just not terribly often), Anya went on over to Mimi and Poppy’s alone. I was going to get Kai and I dressed, then join them. Kai, however, had other plans.

First, he wanted breakfast. And though he’d nursed all morning long, he had quite the appetite. So I settled him in to his high chair with some fruit, some cereal, a granola bar, and some juice.

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While he ate, I picked up the living room.

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Once I had reclaimed the floor, I checked on him. Still eating.

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I started up the Roomba. While that was running, I tidied up the kitchen and cleaned out the fridge. Then I tidied up the baby, because he was quite sticky by that point.

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He seemed to want to run around the house for a bit. So I shut the doors to the rooms he can’t be in unsupervised (his sister’s room, the bathroom without a toilet lock, my office) and let him run amok while I folded and put away laundry.

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I won’t say he didn’t get into stuff he shouldn’t. I finally had to empty the master bathroom trash can because he kept fishing things out of it.

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But mostly he just played, and enjoyed his unexpected bout of freedom.

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Which is how I discovered that he can climb onto the bed all by himself. I was nervous at first, but he simply crawled up to the pillows, snuggled in, and watched TV while I finished putting away the laundry.

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Know what else he can do? He can climb into the tub all by himself. I took advantage of his willing confinement to fix my hair and put on my makeup.

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Then since he was already in there, I gave him a bath. He was still awfully sticky. I think he painted himself in fruit cocktail juice.

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Finally, I had us both clean, dry, dressed, and presentable. And I had also managed to get more cleaning done than I had in the entire day Saturday.

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Mornings never went that smoothly when Anya was his age. Hell, they don’t go that smoothly now.

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Which is why it’s nice, every now and then, to have a morning to ourselves. Or even just a couple of hours.

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