July 21, 2004

When the wife's away. . .

The wife is on a business trip to Germany all this week and when the wife's away (nudge, nudge, wink, wink), you know what happens, right? Daddy comes home early from work and gives all the baths by himself and reads all the stories by himself and kisses all the boo-boo's better by himself and just has such a great time alone with the kids that he doesn't want to go to work at all. It has been pretty close to sheer bliss.

I come home, take off the suit, and we play. I then partially undress the little guy and let him run around with his shirt off. He likes to stroll about the place, after the shirt comes off, slapping his naked chest with both hands. The girl looked at him last night and said, "hey, stud man". I don't think she knows what it means but it was funny. We then get milk for the little guy and I throw them both in the bath where there was much splashing of each other and of me. Here's a tip, by the way, for when you are dealing with overtired little pills -- throw 'em in the bath. They love it, it relaxes them and they are in a contained space. The boy then gets put in his crib, after milk, and the girl comes downstairs with me, in her pj's.

The girl keeps me company while I dine. She sits, we chat, and we clink glasses -- my glass of (last night) vino verde (Portugese Green Wine -- the perfect summer white) to her sippy cup of chamomile tea (she's been reading Madeline). She eats off my plate with her own fork. It's very companionable. After, I thanked her for sharing dinner and she told me that she had already had dinner and this was just a "snack". We go off and read stories and then we try to put her to bed. She won't go to sleep, mind you, but she will go to bed. Last night I was treated through the monitor to a moving rendition of "head, shoulders, knees and toes" as she sang to her animals.

This morning, as I was playing at the computer in my bedroom (we have a lap top at home), she came sneaking in with her blanket and climbed into my lap. She didn't say a word. She just arranged herself in my lap and put her head between my shoulder and neck and lay there for five to ten minutes while I gently stroked her shiny, golden hair. It was totally silent and so peaceful. I was content with everything at that moment and filled up with love and with happiness. It was beautiful. It ended when she looked up at me and said, "Pappa, is it ok if I toot?" I guess she thought our little moment was pretty special, too, since this was the first time she ever asked my permission to pass gas.

The wife returns on the late flight tonight. I will be happy to have her home but I will treasure the little moments when I had the single parent duties.

Posted by Random Penseur at July 21, 2004 10:40 AM

Sounds like absolute heaven. :-)

Posted by: Jim at July 21, 2004 11:08 AM

Jim, I'm glad that came through so clearly. I never thought I'd want to be that stay at home dad guy, but it sure seems nice.

Posted by: RP at July 21, 2004 11:56 AM

The time I spend alone with my daughter is also the most special. They seem to bring out a special daddy-daughter bond.
Cute story!

Posted by: Mick at July 21, 2004 12:35 PM

Random, you brought back very strong memories for me in this one, wonderful memories. Thank you so much.

Posted by: Amber at July 21, 2004 01:57 PM

I'm glad, Amber!

Posted by: RP at July 21, 2004 04:55 PM

I love kid stories. It made me smile in particular because she said toot. I was only allowed to say that very word about passing gas when I was little,everything else was too vulgar in my mother's opinion.

Posted by: holly at July 21, 2004 05:05 PM

*sigh* Enjoy it, hon. They're that little and sweet for such a short time.

My "babies" are 13 and 16. I remember when they were sweet. And they HATE it when I bring it up. The eldest lives with his father and I really think sometimes that my heart hurts because I miss him so much.

The Boyâ„¢ is my younger son, and he lives with me; I swear he popped out in a great mood -- he sings, is the most thoughtful kid I've ever met, and has a heart the size of Texas.

Obviously, they're still sweet. The heavenly moments are just sooo fleeting, though aren't they?

:: outta here to go hug my son ::

Posted by: Emma at July 21, 2004 09:50 PM

See? This is the kind of thing that I feel I am missing out on.

You nailed it bang on.

Posted by: Helen at July 22, 2004 08:46 AM

I'm glad you all enjoyed it!

Posted by: RP at July 22, 2004 09:20 AM
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