After work today, I went to go pick up my son. This is something I don't usually do - getting the Monkeyling from the in-laws, who watch him while Mrs. Monkey is in school and I'm at work. It's not because I don't want to do it, or like doing it - I simply don't have the tools to do it. I drive a little beat-up pickup truck, and though it's endurance is a trait that I LOVE (nearly 110k and no major garage visits *knocks on wood*), the lack of safe child-seating is a bummer. So, my wife, who drives the new car with the good 5-star safety rating, gets the job of fetching Little Monkey.
Well, she had a late day at school today, and so I took the car and got to go get him. It was a lot of fun, because he's kind of worn out from the day with the grandparents, but is just getting to the age where he recognizes me and will sometimes give me a smile when I see him. The kid's got one of the best smiles ever, I swear. The melt-your-heart variety. He'll be a lady-killer one day....he'll flash the little crooked smile and give them the big brown eyes.....it'll be all over for them!
Anyway, my son and I got a couple hours this evening of fun bonding time - laying on the bed while he showed me his Bruce Lee routine (lots of good punches and kicks), walking the halls of the MonkeyHouse, rocking in various chairs, bouncing on knees...anything to keep the cries back pretty much. And, by the time Mrs. Monkey got home, I had successfully squired him off to dreamland. It was a nice little victory, even though it was short lived - the little bugger was up 5 minutes after she was in.
But still - she got to come home to a sleeping baby. That's not so shabby...