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 appreciate 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.
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…