Dedicated to my toddler who I am watching for the 3rd day in a row on my own. For the first time. Mothers are awesome, but being a dad should be talked about a lot more.
“Get out of the bath!” Child is speaking gibberish. “Do you want to get out of the bath?” Gibberish continues. I guess he doesn’t want to get out of the bath.
I’ve reverted to an early civilization barter and trade system. “If you eat two more pieces of cucumber you will get ice cream. Two, just these two. Look they aren’t even that big”.
“If you don’t brush your teeth, your teeth will hurt and fall out. Do you want that?” Child responds “Yeah”.
“Yes, you can press the button!” I say it excitedly, he gets excited. It’s a great moment. But then daddy forgets and presses the button instinctively. Child goes “Waaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh! Me! Me! Me!”. “OMG I’m sorry daddy forgot. No I am not bringing the elevator down again so you can press the button. “Waaaaaahhhhh”.
“You just spilled chocolate milk everywhere…lets get out of those clothes.” Spill cleaned up. New clothes are put on…first sip…more chocolate milk on the clothes. Seriously?
I was thinking we always love how we sound when we sing in the shower. His voice just babbling words as he plays with his bath toys is so meditative. These little sounds reverberate and are so peaceful.
“It’s been a good 6 weeks since he peed his pants, that’s really good for his age, so it was bound to happen on my watch.
I just spent 15 minutes doing some pretty sweet Charlie Chaplin moves to much delight and applause. Charlie Chaplin was in pretty good shape I have to say. It is at this moment I also realize that I will most definitely tire of doing it before he is tired of seeing it. Laughter will become tears. But even so, the laughter is worth it.
I look in awe as he just eats 3 whole oranges one after another. He definitely won’t get scurvy on my watch.
The most important thing to tell everyone about his trip with daddy to the zoo was that there were no giraffes. Admittedly it was also the thing he was most excited to be seeing after it was announced he’d be going to the zoo. Still it was an hour there and an hour back, we could start a little more positively.
He’s having a sort of drunken low fade into sleep tonight. Like he did when he was about a year old. He’s be sweet and affection and babbling to himself in fits of drunken light-heartedness.
I say “I love you” and he says “I do too”. That’s the first time he’s said that to me.