Fatherhood

The other night while my wife, Caris and I were eating dinner Caris said something totally out of the blue that made me spit up the water I was drinking. She told us when she gets older her boobies are going to grow big like an egg, open up and then she will have boobies like mommy. After the initial shock wore off I asked her if she heard that at school or did she just make that up. She claims she made it up but I find that hard to believe. Despite the fact that Caris is smart and inquisitive, her analogy seemed out of place for a three year old to make up. Perhaps an older girl at her daycare told her that. Either way, my wife and I laughed out loud for a few minutes.
The next day I got called into work and did not get home until late in the morning so I missed seeing her all day. My wife told me that Caris missed me. I was appreciative that I was missed by her. When she awoke for school or daycare, same thing, she told me that she “missed me so much last night” and she also told me, “I cried when you weren’t home last night daddy.” It tore at my heart but sometimes I am gone for long periods of time with my job.
Additionally, Caris hates to lose. She has to win at every game we play. I will accept that she wins, but eventually she will have to learn that losing is part of the process of life too. No one likes to lose and a lot of emphasis is placed on winning. I understand that concept, but a tell tale sign of maturity is if you lose at something, a grateful exit shows maturity.
One particular game we played she kept on wanting to win. Finally I asked her why she had to be first in a race or beat me in play fighting and any other games we play and she told me it was because she has to win.
Talk about control issues. Then I asked her if it was tough being a kid and she said yes because she wanted to be the boss. And then she told me she was going to be the boss later. I put my foot down on that one.
Hopefully she will learn the merits of playing to win but losing with style and grace because sooner or later even Tiger Woods loses

Yesterday was Father’s day. It used to be that Father’s day meant nothing to me since I grew up without one. Once Caris was born it took on much more significance. I now look forward to it as it represents recognition that we, being dads, are acknowledged as being an important factor in a child or children’s lives.
I received breakfast in bed that my wife had prepared. Caris came into the room and sat down beside me while I ate. She wanted to sample my breakfast despite having eaten her own. Of course I let her eat some of mine!
My wife left the room and came back a few seconds later with a brown paper bag. The brown bag was the kind you put lunch in it for your child to take to school. Inside it was a card that Caris had made at daycare with her signature scribble on it. Then I took out a small birdhouse she had made me. She had painted it, sort of, with a few different colors. I thanked her and gave her a big hug and she told me that she took the hug away.
Normally that would of upset me but I remembered that my wife and I play that game with her before her bedtime. We each give her a hug and kiss and she takes the hug away and wipes the kiss off her cheek. We have to do that two times and the third time is what my daughter calls a super hug or super kisses, whereas you cannot take it away or remove the kiss.
After she took the initial hug away I played the game and gave her two more hugs.
Despite it being Father’s Day, I still mowed the lawn while my wife and little girl were outside tending to the plants and small garden that had made. Caris loves the outdoors and likes to help water the plants, flowers and anything in between. We recognize the importance of doing inside and outside activities as a family unit. Caris has her own small yellow water jug that she helps water with.
Being a special day for yours truly, all I wanted to do was mow the lawn with no honey to do lists. All I wanted to do was snuggle with my wife and little girl since once a year, it is all about me.

Yesterday was Father’s day. It used to be that Father’s day meant nothing to me since I grew up without one. Once Caris was born it took on much more significance. I now look forward to it as it represents recognition that we, being dads, are acknowledged as being an important factor in a child or children’s lives.
I received breakfast in bed that my wife had prepared. Caris came into the room and sat down beside me while I ate. She wanted to sample my breakfast despite having eaten her own. Of course I let her eat some of mine!
My wife left the room and came back a few seconds later with a brown paper bag. The brown bag was the kind you put lunch in it for your child to take to school. Inside it was a card that Caris had made at daycare with her signature scribble on it. Then I took out a small birdhouse she had made me. She had painted it, sort of, with a few different colors. I thanked her and gave her a big hug and she told me that she took the hug away.
Normally that would of upset me but I remembered that my wife and I play that game with her before her bedtime. We each give her a hug and kiss and she takes the hug away and wipes the kiss off her cheek. We have to do that two times and the third time is what my daughter calls a super hug or super kisses, whereas you cannot take it away or remove the kiss.
After she took the initial hug away I played the game and gave her two more hugs.
Despite it being Father’s Day, I still mowed the lawn while my wife and little girl were outside tending to the plants and small garden that had made. Caris loves the outdoors and likes to help water the plants, flowers and anything in between. We recognize the importance of doing inside and outside activities as a family unit. Caris has her own small yellow water jug that she helps water with.
Being a special day for yours truly, all I wanted to do was mow the lawn with no honey to do lists. All I wanted to do was snuggle with my wife and little girl since once a year, it is all about me.

On occasions, such as this morning, my daughter went ballistic when I dropped her off at daycare. After the triad was done and she knew she had lost the battle, she gave me such puppy dog, baby blue eyed expression that it could have melted the polar caps.
I always feel bad when she does that because it looks as though she is in a prison and has no means of escape.
On Fridays it is easier to cope with her temperamental ways. I say to her, “Guess what? No school/daycare tomorrow!” That usually brings a smile to her face. She likes the weekends where it is all about her coming into our bedroom on Saturday and Sunday mornings. She gets up on our bed and usually comes within centimeters of my face and asks if I am awake. Well, now I am! Then she does the same thing to my wife.
We turn on the cartoons, which enables us to get a little more sleep time in.
However, if Dora the explorer is on and Swipper the fox is shown, she screams and yells for us. “Mommy, daddy, its swipper!” Geez, when she does that, sometimes I think my heart just stops beating.
Sorry, I digressed. When I pick her up from daycare, she is a completely different person. I see first hand what true love is. She runs toward me yelling, “Daddy, daddy, daddy!” until I swoop her up in my arms and I see the huge loving smile on her face.
While on the way home she always wants to visit where I work. As a matter of fact when we pass my workplace on outings she tells me that she and I work there and mommy works far away.
Initially, when we are en-route to my work, she will not stop talking. When we get into the building she clams up. She hugs my leg and refuses to look at anyone. That lasts five minutes or so and then she is like a wild woman. Caris runs through all of the rooms and finds what she is looking for. The refrigerator which houses the popsicles.
There is never a dull moment with that child!

Caris tends to be stubborn to a degree that I find perplexing, amusing and annoying all at the same time.
If she does not want to do something, nothing short of letting her know that she will get into trouble, will fix it. And even then she will still pout, cry and whine.
I know she is just three but I try to explain to her if she cries, cry for a reason. If she gets hurt or something that is legitmate. I can not stand whining of any kind. If she is tired and whines, I tell her she needs to go in her room and either go to sleep or stop the whining. While that may seem mean, I really do not care. Whining eats at me. I am nice, but firm about it.
I know my opinion will be less than popular, but she has to learn that some things will be allowed and somethings will not be tolerated.

My daughter’s nickname is chatterbox because sometimes she will talk incessantly or she will repeat the same things over and over again.
While she talks a great deal, she does manage to convey what is on her mind.
We were in a restaurant the other night and a woman walked by and Caris shouted, “Look mommy, that lady has crazy hair!”
Crazy hair is what she has in the morning and we often kid her about it. We had to tell her that some things that are spoken at home are to stay at home.
Another interesting development for my three year old is that she is deciphering accents. Since I am from New York, I pronounce her name differently than people that reside in Indiana, or who are commonly referred to as Hoosiers.
About a month ago Caris, my wife, and I were driving home from the supermarket and I started to ask her a question but first addressed her by her name.
I was interrupted by my daughter, who indignantly informed me that her name was not Caris, the way I pronounced it, but rather Caris, the way my wife and everyone else said it. I tried, in vain, to explain to her that I grew up over a thousand miles away and talked differently than her and people that lived here.
She would have none of it. “Just try daddy, try to say my name right.” How do you argue with that three-year-old logic? I tried it and it sounded so funny that I immediately stopped. My wife looked at me and bursted out laughing. She said it sounded strange for me to talk with a southern accent.
For her to be acutely aware of the way other people talked and sounded really amazed me.
Now, if I could get her to be a little quieter sometimes…

My daughter had surgery to remove her adenoids because she kept getting sinuous infections. We would give her antibiotics and she would respond well. After being off the medication for a week or two, the symptoms would develop again. We tried the healthy route by giving her more of the healthy foods and limited her exposure to what we could.
After two independent conclusions by different types of doctors we concluded that the surgery would be necessary.
It was difficult to hear her labored breath during the night. She would wake herself up from her inability to breathe. It almost appeared as would stop breathing and realize it and gasp for breathe. It pained us to know that the only recourse was to have surgery to help her breathe easier.
After the surgery she was hysterical. Blood dripped from her nose freely but the doctor warned us it would occur for the following couple of weeks.
After the second week the swelling had gone down until she was playing outdoors and fell off her swing onto her face. We panicked but were relived to find out it did not cause any damage.
Of course being a three year old she did not understand why she had surgery but she loved the attention. She is the youngest of my family which includes brothers and sisters so she receives copious amounts of accolades too.
The surgery was three weeks ago. No more blood and, so far, no more sinuous infections. I ask her to breathe through her nose and she is able to. She sees me smile when she breathes well and she smiles back. Priceless.
After seeing the doctor for the last of the follow ups he gave Caris a thumbs up and told us she responded extremely well.
While my wife and I were reluctant at first to have the surgery, we are now both grateful that we had it done. She now is able to play and run and have fun. That is all that we hoped for.