Yesterday, when my Daddy was at work… everyone was busy getting ready for “Father’s Day.” Mama told me that a “Father” was a fancy word for “Dada.” I don’t like that name as much, so I’m going to call it “Dada’s Day” instead. Mama told me that I was going to give Daddy something tomorrow for that day, but I didn’t understand because I didn’t think that I could give anything except for giving the gift of me.
My hand was put in this soft stuff and when it came back out, my hand was there in this stuff called “clay.” It was just like my hand but instead of sticking out like mine does, it was stuck inside the clay. Mama then put it in the oven and cooked it. Instead of being soft when it came out, it was hard. Mama said that Daddy could put it up on the wall, and when I was big we could all see how small I used to be.
This morning Mama got up and made a green colored smoothie for Daddy (and me too, I always get a bunch every day). It’s so yummy that I know that Daddy woke up happy with that and the steamy brown stuff that they call coffee. We then got to give him his art projects that everyone made and the card from Mama with a lot of writing on it and a giant fan on the front. Mama says that she is a fan of Daddy, and I know that is true because she hugs him all of the time and laughs a lot when he is around.
Mama says that’s what love is– you can’t see it, but you feel it. I feel it too, and I know that my Daddy loves me so, so much. He laughs and smiles at me and holds me all of the time, and he feeds me and takes care of me. He is my biggest rescuer when I am sad. When he scoops me up in his arms, I just can’t cry anymore… and I become a ball of happiness instead.
Mama says that Daddies sometimes don’t get recognized as much for all that they do, but that doesn’t make sense to me at all. My Daddy does just as much for me as my Mama. They may do things differently, but my Daddy is who makes me laugh the most, and when he holds me before my nap, I am so peaceful that I sleep and sleep and sleep. My Daddy works so hard all of the time, and he helps with everything that needs to be done– and Mama says that there is always a lot to be done to keep the house nice and to keep the little people okay.
Everyone loves Daddy… my big sister Addie, my big big sister Lilli, and my giant brother Jonah… and of course Mama… Mama is stuck to Daddy forever and ever and ever. Mama says that there are a lot of wonderful Daddies out there and that they deserve to be recognized too for everything that they do. I think that this is true, and I am happy that there is a day for my Daddy just like for my Mama. Happy Dada’s Day, Daddy, and Happy Dada’s Day to all the great Daddies in the world.
Last night Daddy and Mommy took me to a place called Charlottesville with big bumps on the land that Mama called “mountains.” I saw the big mountains at Yosemite, but there must be a lot of different types of those, because these ones were much smaller and really green.
We went to this really big place with a big white cover and got a place to sit on the grass. There were little ant people with lights all around them down at the front that Mama called a stage. These little people were singing and playing music and dancing around. I thought that music only came through the computer or in the giant box with wheels that Mama calls a car, but Mama explained that people have to make the music first, and at a “concert” that music is made right in front of you.
At first I was really, really scared. The sound wasn’t that loud, but when things like “drums” came in and the person singing got excited, it sounded like music thunder. I am scared of thunder and fire engines, and it was louder than either of those. I cried a little bit, but Mama held me and I put my face against her neck… then the world was okay again.
When I came back out, the noise didn’t bother me anymore. Daddy told me that I got used to it. I think that they must have turned the volume button down, though, because it wasn’t scary at all anymore.
Daddy took me and bounced me around on his knee while the little ants down front (Daddy called them “Vampire Weekend”) were jumping around and singing and playing too. I had heard Mama and Daddy playing the ants’ music in their giant box with wheels before, and I have always liked them because their music makes you want to bounce up and down over and over, which happens to be my very favorite thing to do. Hearing them playing right there was different, though, and all of the people dancing around made everything feel full of energy almost like when I get too many pieces of orange and start running around in circles in my little walker box.
Before I knew it, Vampire Weekend faded away into the distance of my dreams. Daddy had told me to take a nap on the way because we were going on an adventure, but I was much too busy singing in the car on the way to be bothered with that. Instead I heard the wonderful bouncy notes of the ant people playing while Daddy held me in his arms with his hand against mine. I think that the very meaning of happiness and safety just might be listening to music in my Daddy’s arms… my protector and my hero.
My Mama is now saying the word “no” a lot as I move around in my little pink walker box. I don’t really know what this means, but she claps sometimes and comes over to get something that I have just grabbed, so I think that it must mean “don’t touch.” I thought that everything that exists is there just to be touched, but I am learning quickly that this is not the case. I feel this unfair, but I love my Mama, so I am trying really hard to listen. My Mama doesn’t seem to understand that this is how I learn more about the world… well that, and putting everything that I hold in my mouth, too.
My favorite things to touch are things with buttons and knobs because they do all sorts of things. I love the stereo remote most, and I have reprogrammed it so that they can never set it the exact same way again. I have also locked Mama’s phone, changed settings on Mama’s and Daddy’s computers, turned the Playstation on and off, and opened up no less than 10 apps on my Mama’s iPad. I am so proud of myself because I can make things happen just by using my fingers, and I already know that moving all of them together across a screen makes magic happen.
Mama thinks that I don’t know what I am doing, and she finds it funny most of the time, but she is wrong. I am changing the world… one click at a time. I am a technology guru.
It was a lazy morning and everyone was hanging out with me today. It is my favorite kind of day, because everyone comes to me and we just play in the giant bed that is Mama and Daddy’s (but really, it’s mine, because I like to stretch out in it all of the time and I like to kick Mama and Daddy over to the corner so that I can have most of it to myself).
Mama, Daddy, my big sister Addie, my big, big sister Lilli, and my giant brother Jonah were all together this morning. Even Django and the kitties were there. Mama said the kitties were just waiting for food, but I think that they both secretly want to have me grab their fur really tight like I want to do. They never let me catch them, and Mama said that they “mock” me, whatever that means. All that I know is that my legs are going to work better soon, and they had better watch out.
My giant brother Jonah brought Paddington Bear down with him, and usually I only see him when I go to visit him in his room. There’s something about Paddington that makes me want to hug him over and over again. He smells like when my Mama holds an old book near me and flips the pages. Mama says that smells like a library and that it is one of the best smells in the world. Paddington smells almost like that, and Jonah said that is because he is old. Jonah said that he was Daddy’s when he was a little kid. I had no idea that stuffed animals lasted that long since Daddy seems ancient to me, but Jonah told me that a lot of things are way older than that, even toys.
Paddington’s fur is all flat instead of fluffy, and Daddy said that is because he loved him very much and carried him around with him all of the time when he was little. That must have been a lucky bear, because Daddy carries me around all of the time now and I’m a really lucky girl. His eyes are buttons and his neck is really floppy from going from place to place. Daddy said that some of the best things in life are old and loved. He said that means that they have a history and that they have more “character.” I think that he must be right, because when I touch Paddington, he feels like a piece of my Daddy, and when I breathe in his fur, I feel calm and peaceful.
Maybe we all have something when we are little that we rely on. Addie calls them “buddies,” and she has Sir Edward the Grey, a Pug baby lovie. Lilli has her Blankie from when she was a baby, which now has big tears, but she doesn’t care. I already have one too named Lady Ophelia, which was made for me to be a twin to Edward but is a girl. I hug her tight too, and she helps me sleep when I put her against my face. Even Mama and Daddy have one… me. Mama and Daddy both seem to fall right to sleep when they are snuggled up to me. I sure hope that Mama and Daddy keep on using me as a buddy, because something about being in their arms makes me feel like everything is happy and safe. When I close my eyes and they are next to me, I feel peace. I love Ophelia, but they are the best buddies in the world.