Daddy’s busy bee.

My baby is the cutest when she is sleeping! I mean she is beautiful I just want to kiss her and take as many photos of her as possible. Yes when she is sleeping, peaceful and not running around making me feel dizzy. Ever since she mastered walking she discovered the freedom of mobility and she is riding that to the bank. I guess it gives me a chance to take lovely photos of her because the ones I take (while she is awake) are all blurry and those that are good took about 20 tries to get the best photo.

AriBear sleeping is what I call the quiet after a storm, that silence that is loud it’s sometimes scary. You know the worrying kind of scary mostly because after hearing noise and screaming: silence seems like it’s amiss. So when she falls asleep I tiptoe to check if she is sleeping to make sure that I indeed have plus-minus 45 minutes of bliss to myself. This comes with me debating with myself on whether to tidy up the place from the mess Ari had made, but the not so good voice in my head will tell me to relax and not worry about it, because she will wake up and make another mess. A cup of coffee during my time of bliss is always so delicious especially when I have it warm… A luxury I tell you!

When the resting is done then my busy bee will be on it again buzzing around rearranging things and just being her usual self. She could be deep in the kitchen emptying the cupboards (one of her favourite things to do) but when Hubby appears she drops everything and runs to him. Moments with Daddy are much brighter for her. Even when she runs up and down you can see the bounce in her steps maybe because she knows she gets away with some things when Daddy is around.

The role of disciplinarian has been given to me by default or should I say, I was happy to walk into those shoes, either way, I wear that cap now. Not a very exciting role to say the least because you will be screaming till you get to a point of weighing the problems they cause. Like when she empties her clothes are on the floor, or when she squeezes her milk and rubs it all over her body or if she has a bottle of detergent with her… So I just weigh which is worse then I move on. And then Hubby would point out that AriBear is up to no good I simply tell him, ‘as long as she is not crying or causing harm to herself’ I am fine. That’s me choosing which battles to fight, dramatic for dealing with a 15- month old right? I know but we do what we can. I suppose AriBear has a good explanation for preferring her Daddy over the woman who spends most of her time screaming like a banshee.

AriBear gives meaning to the phrase, ‘Daddy’s little girl’. Always at his heels and chasing him. They have an understanding although I think Hubby takes it to another level, I once overheard him telling Ari to get up from the floor, he threw in an explanation of how the floor was cold and that she needed to get up. Ari just giggled, of course, I blame it on the limited speech on her side. But what amaized me the most was him addressing her as he does me, might I add that AriBear is 15-months.

They get along really well, they are great together. So, of course, they can survive a whole day without Mommy, right? I mean what’s the worst that can happen? As a Mommy, we always want to be in control and just do everything but I think it’s important to give Daddy’s a chance as well. It helps them be involved in all aspects of Baby from feeding, bathing and changing the nappy. Hubby and Ari spent the day together when she was 6 months when I came back she had food on her hair. He had her in nappies only and lying in her stroller. They colour outside of the lines but the job gets done and Mommy gets a break.

Mommy, let Daddy drive the ship once in a while and let your child(ren) be the busy bees that we love. And you have to be the bad cop parent… Its okay someone has to do the job right!

Ari’s Mommy!