D.A.D – Today is a personal DADDY APPRECIATION DAY

Less ranty this one. All about Daddies. Just one in particular – Sophie’s.

Everyone who knows me knows how happy I am with Husband. He is perfectly imperfect for me and a perfect Daddy for Sophie. In no particular order I am going to make a list of thank-yous just to him ❤

Husband cuddles Sophie whenever HE wants one, regardless of whether SHE does

Husband makes bottles AND sterilises them correctly

Husband does the 2am-morning shift which means Mummy gets a lie in nearly every day!

Husband will laugh his head off at a shitty nappy because the farts and smells still make him laugh

Sophie smiles her head off whenever she spots Daddy

Husband makes up his own stories to entertain her

Husband baths with her and splashes with her just to have skin to skin time

Husband will tirelessly play with Sophie and invent names for her teddies: Gerry Giraffe and Terry Tiger are two!

Husband will bring her into the kitchen in her rocker while he washes up just so she has some company

These are just a few of the things I wanted to list. I see everyday how many women complain that their husbands are uninterested in playing with or interacting with their babies, and that their relationships change when they have a baby.

I feel very blessed and very lucky that Husband feels like I do: he helped create the little creature that is Sophie and he watched her birth, cut her cord and he did her first feed. He was the second person to hold her in her life and they have the most incredible bond. He is every bit as connected to her as I am and I carried her for nine months.

Our relationship has become even stronger, and I wanted to show my appreciation that I have someone like him in my life.

“If I had my life to live all over again, next time I would find you sooner so I could love you longer”

Oh Teething, I Hate You

Had a bit of  a crap one last night. Usually I do the bed time routine and Husband helps a lot. Sophie decided that sleeping all day long would probably be a better option than playtime. So we were there at 6pm, Husband was giving her the usual warm 7oz. Then she was passed to me for PJs and teething gel. I took her into the bedroom and rocked until my little stinky looked a bit like this:

Excellent!

All excellent. A sleeping baby and a happy Husband as he could settle down and play boy games on the iPhone. I gently took the hot water bottle from the cot (we use this to warm the sheets, therefore making baby think she is still being held – mwahaha!) I gently put her down. She fusses for a second before snoring.

My arse had JUST hit the couch when the monitor crackled with what sounded like ‘booogarrrr’. Seems my wiley child was not giving up that easily. No matter. I went back in, patted and shushed, stuck the magic dummy back into her gob and off to sleep she went.

This time, I had gotten comfy before ‘eeeeeoooooooo’ and a loud thump as she banged her feet on the mattress. No matter. I went back in, patted and shushed, stuck the magic dummy in her gob and off to sleep she went.

I offered Husband the put down instead, which he grabbed because it meant no 6am feeding. I also have a 9am uni start this morning so I could wake up early. The monitor squawked at us. This time, we applied teething gel. Our little monster is teething away at the moment and the only thing that usually helps after feed/burp/nappy/rocking is gel.

 

My daughter realises the difference when it’s Daddy putting her to bed. Because instead of being sound asleep by 8.30pm which is the norm for my Sophie, she decided that pretend sleep and playtime were on the agenda! It was 12.53am before finally giving in to a full sleep. With a very knackered Daddy who was slightly annoyed that the boy games were being left unplayed with, and I was rather peeved that I only caught the tail end of what had promised to be a good Eastenders episode.

 

Oh baby teeth, please hurry up and pop through the gums so we can finally get back to what we love to do best: SLEEP!

DaddySaurus…The World’s Cutest Dinosaur

When most people think of the words ‘men’ and ‘babies’ in the same sentence, it is unfortunately met with derision from most of the female population. I say unfortunately because my husband actually happens to be head over heels in love with his baby girl. When Sophie had night feeds, he did them with me. Right now we have a brilliant schedule:

7pm bathtime with Daddy (yep, he gets in with her while I wash her)

7.30pm warm bottle and PJs with Mummy

8pm down sleeping in the cot

He also does feeds, plays with her, does nappies (yes, even the shitty ones). Right now, he has her laid down on the couch and is pretending to be a dinosaur saying RAAARRRR at her while she kicks and smiles at him. This is going to be one MAJOR Daddy’s girl. Husband always wanted a daughter first, and he got his wish.

I wonder if he was conferring with his swimmers?