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A quick post from this morning’s breakfast activities. The girls and I made shaped pancakes and it was a huge hit. Will definitely have to do this again.
Apparently this is what happens to Rocky when he forgets how to fly, or at least this is what I imagine would happen to him if he did in mid-flight. It appears one of our Squirrel friends fell out of one of our trees at some point during the past few days and decided to expire in our backyard. Naturally my oldest daughter discovered this while we were playing and proceeded to freak out a bit which then caused my youngest daughter to do the same thing. I quickly got them in the house so that they could calm down a bit while dad prepared to do his fatherly duty.
Once the kids were inside I grabbed a couple of plastic bags and a shovel and went out to the backyard to dispose of Rocky the squirrel. My daughters were plastered to the sliding door to our deck so that they could watch daddy do whatever it was he was going to do with this dead squirrel. I scooped up Rocky and triple bagged him and threw him in the garbage. Normally I would have buried him but you have to understand that this is not the first time something like this has happened and I am running out of good spots to put dead animals in the yard. Every year a couple of birds, squirrels or chipmunks decide to make our yard their chosen place to die and I end up cleaning up the results.
After my clean up duty was completed I went back inside to wash my hands where I was greeted by my wide who relayed what had been happening while I was removing Rocky, Apparently my daughters had decided that daddy is very brave and a hero for taking care of this situation, to which I replied, “all in a day’s work ladies.”
Just another day, being a dad.
My youngest daughter has been potty training over the last several weeks and this past weekend she took the final step and stopped wearing any type of diaper/pull-up to bed. This of course has presented a challenge since my oldest daughter is potty trained but has yet to graduate to not wearing any type of diaper/pull-up at night.
For whatever reason my oldest daughter has not been able to have that type of control yet and my wife and I have not made a big deal out of it. She is completely potty trained during the day but bedtime continues to elude us. Being the big sister though and fairly competitive she doesn’t like that her little sister is now able to sleep through the night without any issues and she can’t. This has caused her to declare that she is going to wear normal underwear to bed as well since her sister is doing so. Tonight is her first night not wearing normal underwear to bed and I suspect it is going to prove to be an interesting night. Before going to sleep tonight she was hypersensitive to her need to go potty and must have done so at least four times before going to sleep. She clearly was nervous about the experience that lay ahead but she remained committed to seeing it through. She even tucked herself into her bed after going potty the last time and she has never done that before because she knows that if she gets up in the middle of the night she may need to do that.
Obviously my wife and I want to see our oldest daughter succeed and we will be by her side until she does but I am definitely nervous. I am nervous that she will compare herself to her younger sister and feel she is somehow less capable than her if this does not go well. It is strange to think that something like this could cause issues but my oldest daughter is sensitive enough so that it might. I honestly can say that I never thought teaching a little person to go to the bathroom would be this difficult for me or them. It never ceases to amaze me how being a parent and facing the seemingly minor issues in life can be more challenging than almost anything I encounter professionally on a daily basis as an executive.
Since when does bath time have to be like an enhanced interrogation session? My youngest daughter seems to think it is and fights tooth and nail to get out of the situation when all we are trying to do is wash her hair. Needless to say it makes bath time not so fun even if we had a rubber ducky.
This is of course in direct contrast to my oldest who loves bath time and would gladly stay in there for hours. We will sit there and listen to music, play games, talk, etc. and have a good time. Why can’t my little one be this way? It would make my life so much easier if they both would be happy bath time buddies.
I can dream I guess.