Daddys and little girls
One of the things that gives me the most joy is seeing my girls with their Dad, they have such a different way of interacting with him than they do with me or anyone else. Isabella seems to think that she has to be his care-taker and go-between, our meal conversations go something like this:
Me: Honey do you want an apple
Isabella: Daddy, Mommy is asking if you want an apple?
Daddy: Yes, please
Isabella: Daddy wants an apple Mommy, are you going to get it for him?
Me: Yes
Isabella: Daddy, Mommy is getting your apple, you just wait it will be right here.
Me: Here is your apple
Daddy: Thank you
Isabella: Mommy, Daddy says thank you. Daddy do you like your apple? Is it good? Is it super yummy? Do you want another piece?
It's a little intense but its really cute, my husband puts up with it pretty well. He is their favorite person to play with, they have our roles very defined, I have to put them to bed and feed them and cuddle with them, but when they want to do something fun it's Daddy. As soon as he gets home Cami starts getting out her books and bringing them to him to read to her, Isabella peppers him with questions and starts trying to organize a game with him. A father is a little girls first hero I think, when I was young I thought my dad was the absolute best at everything, the fastest driver (because of course that was important), the tallest man, the fastest runner, the strongest person around. My parents separated when I was about 3 1/2 so he didn't live with us, but I had him on a pedestal and whenever I saw him I felt like the luckiest little girl. I think its important for kids to feel proud of their parents, it gives them a kind of self-worth and identity, we can enjoy it as long as it lasts until they discover we are not that perfect after-all.
I sometimes wonder if they way Isabella acts is a reflection of the way I treat my husband, I can comfort myself that maybe it means I am caring and concerned, but the other day I was looking for a quilt and it was not in the drawer I thought it was, she was helping me of course and said "it was probably that rascal Daddy putting things in the wrong place again." Does she get that from me?? In any case she loves her Dad and doesn't want him to be disappointed in her, the other day she was playing with something that could scratch the floor and after me asking her a few times to please not play with it, I told her that her Dad was going to be very sad if he heard that she was scratching up the floor and furniture, and she stopped right away and said "please don't tell Daddy". I am the one that corrects them the most because I am with them all day, so I figure they should be more afraid of disobeying me and they are pretty good about that, but it was a different she didn't want her Dad to know and feel sad, it was kind of sweet.
r constant access to me is too much for her, I hear Is burnt".
Me: Honey do you want an apple
Isabella: Daddy, Mommy is asking if you want an apple?
Daddy: Yes, please
Isabella: Daddy wants an apple Mommy, are you going to get it for him?
Me: Yes
Isabella: Daddy, Mommy is getting your apple, you just wait it will be right here.
Me: Here is your apple
Daddy: Thank you
Isabella: Mommy, Daddy says thank you. Daddy do you like your apple? Is it good? Is it super yummy? Do you want another piece?
It's a little intense but its really cute, my husband puts up with it pretty well. He is their favorite person to play with, they have our roles very defined, I have to put them to bed and feed them and cuddle with them, but when they want to do something fun it's Daddy. As soon as he gets home Cami starts getting out her books and bringing them to him to read to her, Isabella peppers him with questions and starts trying to organize a game with him. A father is a little girls first hero I think, when I was young I thought my dad was the absolute best at everything, the fastest driver (because of course that was important), the tallest man, the fastest runner, the strongest person around. My parents separated when I was about 3 1/2 so he didn't live with us, but I had him on a pedestal and whenever I saw him I felt like the luckiest little girl. I think its important for kids to feel proud of their parents, it gives them a kind of self-worth and identity, we can enjoy it as long as it lasts until they discover we are not that perfect after-all.
I sometimes wonder if they way Isabella acts is a reflection of the way I treat my husband, I can comfort myself that maybe it means I am caring and concerned, but the other day I was looking for a quilt and it was not in the drawer I thought it was, she was helping me of course and said "it was probably that rascal Daddy putting things in the wrong place again." Does she get that from me?? In any case she loves her Dad and doesn't want him to be disappointed in her, the other day she was playing with something that could scratch the floor and after me asking her a few times to please not play with it, I told her that her Dad was going to be very sad if he heard that she was scratching up the floor and furniture, and she stopped right away and said "please don't tell Daddy". I am the one that corrects them the most because I am with them all day, so I figure they should be more afraid of disobeying me and they are pretty good about that, but it was a different she didn't want her Dad to know and feel sad, it was kind of sweet.
r constant access to me is too much for her, I hear Is burnt".
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