Thursday, February 16, 2012
Waiting For Daddy
Today was a long one. Olivia had been feeling sick and a little on the cranky side all morning, took a really short nap, and then later threw up. She seemed to be feeling marginally better after that, but still wanted her daddy.
Not that I was surprised. On the days when Bryan has to be at school early, the first thing Olivia says to me when she wakes up is, "I want my daddy."
Yeah. I know. I wish he were here to get up with you too. Then I could keep sleeping. :)
But after a sicky, cranky day, we were both looking forward to Daddy coming home even more than usual.
Following is a little picture time capsule of the 20 minutes we spent waiting for Daddy to come home today. In the inexplicable categories of my brain, this is a story much like this one, but instead of changing scenery, it's the whims of a 2 1/2 year old that change. And oh, how quickly this girl changes.
Join us after the jump while we Wait for Daddy...
As a side note, I hardly ever tell her to "say cheese."
Usually the faces and poses that follow are so awkward and unnatural.
But so many other parents say it to their kids that she's picked up on it and she says it when I pull out the camera sometimes anyway.
That's okay. It's still fun.
Tear on her cheek left over from crying about wanting her Daddy.
Distracted by something else for a minute.
Back to saying, "Cheese!"
Back to not caring about Mommy with the camera.
Playing with the barf bowl.
Which she completely neglected when she actually threw up.
So--no worries--it's plenty clean.
Tapping on the window.
Banging on the window.
Pounding on the window.
Oh, to have the recovery and forgiveness rebound capacity of a two year old.
Despite the fact that my flash is turned off 99% of the time, this kid is always afraid it's going to go off in her eyes.
Also, she's tired.
No nap. :)
(Then she comes over to see the pictures of her tongue.)
Then back to watching for Daddy.
Love these 2 1/2 year old messy bun piggy tails.
Default comfort position: left thumb in mouth, right pointer finger in belly button.
One foot in the barf bowl.
Two feet in the barf bowl.
I'm taking pictures of her in the barf bowl.
"Lala, get out of the bowl."
I got bored and started taking pictures of my lips.
She saw me.
Still no Daddy.
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy-Daddy-Daaaddy!"
Over and over and over again.
Hi, school bus.
Bye, school bus.
"Lala, move it back, please."
"I lick it."
"No, don't lick your arm, Lala. That's gross."
Up the chair...
"Lala, who's that?!"
And Daddy brought in the mail.
Stickers from Grandma...
Oh, we're so glad when Daddy comes home. :)
And thanks for the stickers, Grandma Kathy.
Posted by Katie Lewis at 6:51 PM