In our house, the living room where we spend most of our time sits on top of the garage. Therefore, every day when Daddy comes home we hear a rattle and feel the floor shake as the garage door opens, and this is B’s cue to scream, “Dada! Go see Dada!” and run over to the top of the stairs with a grin on his face. Unfortunately we also hear a lot of other noises during the day that sound similar, lawnmowers, trucks, air conditioner coming on, fridge coming on. All of these are also cues for B to get excited about “Dada come home play Bebe all daaaaay!” The boy just loves his daddy, and of course he does. He has the “best dada whole world!” In honor of Father’s Day, B has made a list of his favorite things about G.
These two are my favorites.
Hi, Bebe here! This is great, I can’t believe I’m allowed to touch the computer. It took Mama an entire week to figure out how to restore all of her settings last time I got to do this so I better get down to business. Here are a few of my favorite things about my Dada.
I had barely met the guy and already he was holding my hand through my stressful newborn tests, what a gem.
We became buddies pretty quickly.
-Dada always has time for me. I get the impression he is a very busy guy, his phone is always buzzing and he is always going to this place he calls work for long hours. Sometimes he goes to a place called the airport and doesn’t come back for days! It stinks and I miss him when he’s gone but whenever he’s around he is never too busy for me. His phone is the #1 most important thing in his life, or at least it seems that way when he loses it and I have to help him find it, but he ignores it when I’m around so I guess that means I’m higher in the ranking (that would be #0 as I understand the system!) which is pretty great.
-Even if Dada had a shitty day at work, he walks up the stairs with a huge smile, says, “Hey Buddy!” and is ready to play with me. (<- Did you see the fun new word Mama taught me? Every time I say the s word, she cracks up so I know I’m doing something right!)
Even when he’s too tired to play, he makes a great road.
-Dada takes me on hikes in the backpack all the time and he doesn’t just treat me like deadweight. He shows me all the trees, animals, and flowers, and he always turns the whole thing into an adventure. Sometimes when I hear the air conditioner go on I think it’s Dada coming home and I try to climb into the backpack because I’m so excited to hang out with him.
Sometimes I get so excited to see him that I can’t control myself.
I cry when the ball goes on the net so Dada says I’m going to be a goalie just like him.
-Dada always explains things to me. He tells me why the grass changes colors, what the clouds are made of, why airplanes fly, and everything else. He knows everything. He also never just says no, but he tells me why I can’t do something. I usually have no idea what he’s talking about and Mama says he makes a better lawyer than a scientist so I shouldn’t always believe his explanations, but I really appreciate it anyways.
Dada explained to me how ticks and fleas are things that Mama imagines so it was ok if I touched this dirty animal.
-Soooo you might have heard that I have a hard time at night on rare occasions. While I feel it has been greatly overblown and don’t want to give too much credence to Mama’s exaggerations here, I do want to say a special thanks to Dada for the roles he plays on these rare (like I said!) occasions. He never gets upset with me or impatient or acts like he’d rather be asleep (ahem, Mama). He is always so understanding and even though all I can manage is sobs, he always understands something is wrong and takes me outside to look at the moon. Ok, he also sometimes says I can’t go back to Mama until I calm down and that really snaps me out of it which is nice too.
-This last one really goes without saying but for completeness, I will list it. Dada is FUN. We do upside-down baby, tossing, rides on shoulders, over Dada mountain climbs, kick balls, play in the dirt, walk in the yard to see my turtle, and giggle until I can’t breathe! In summary: “Love Dada! Best Dada whole world! Snuggle Dada, mm mmm mmmm!”
See? So much fun!
Thanks, B, that was a very impressive typing performance, or as you like to call it, “Press buttons Mama’s laptop.” Happy Father’s Day, G!