Back in the Thick of It (Daily parenting efforts, Quality time, Building character)

Nonna and Papa headed back home.

When my parents visit, my Mom tries to lighten my load, even if I don’t mind the daily parenting effort. She beats me to laundry, plans most of the meals and tends to my girl with the Nonna touch. I do appreciateĀ all of her help.

But that’s over. Rolled up my sleeves today, and it was good fun.

After stumbling around unsuccessfully for my office improvement, we got her a new swim suit, which is an annual birthday tradition. I had a weak moment as a dad and let her get her way with a two-piece. Not the skin that I care about. It’s hearing, “Daddy, I can’t find the other piece,” which will be a mantra this summer, sadly and cost me time. Could kick myself. Oh well, she liked it, and it was $10. Done for 2014. After dinner, took her to dance class where she had fun expressing herself. Can’t beat that.

Chased this evening in the yard with a giant exercise ball. She turned, and I kicked it at her from twenty feet away. It sailed through the air, hit her in her upper back and knocked her clear off her feet. I was prepared for crying and started rushing, but she burst out laughing. Was so proud of her for not dramatizing but finding the humor in it since it hadn’t hurt. I explained this as this will serve her well in life. She nodded.

We biked on the tennis court, and she wanted me to chase. Finally, I caught her, and she was not pleased; started pouting. I gave her no sympathy. “No, don’t start whining. It’s a game, and you just stood there when I cornered you. Don’t just stand there.” That is not my competitive side. That is my wanting her to not fold mentally or physically. Stay calm and find a way! She accepted this logic, stopped complaining and challenged me to tag her again with her new found evasion skills.

Shower time.

“Use conditioner!”

Fun hoola hooping with friends cheering her on

A popsicle and two stories we read slowly together.

Seems like a whole week of life in one afternoon and evening, but I loved it all. She even laughed when she finally understood what I meant by “Do you want some cheese with that whining?”

Of course, the evening wouldn’t be complete without a request for an ice pack for a minor head bump she incurred at Lowe’s five hours ago. Such seemingly absurd requests used to annoy me, but I have learned that ice packs and band-aids have a strangely soothing power. Can’t argue with that.

Night little one.

More fun tomorrow…

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