First, my apologies to my readers for the password protected blog post. I had to respect the relative privacy of the other parents at Matilda’s day care. They got the password.
Let me explain.
The plan was to have a big Thanksgiving feast with all the parents and all the children until the room we needed was found to be booked. I was a little bummed when I found out that it was going to be just the children, I love watching the kids have fun together during school parties. Alas, the room they ended up having to use was too small to fit everyone. In fact, the room was a bit small for all the kids. So the parents were uninvited.
I had to figure out an angle. Ah! The fancy camera I bought my wife for her birthday so she could get me to take photos of our growing girl. In all honesty, I think my wife has taken about 150 photos compared to my 8000+. If it’s worth doing, it’s worth overdoing. Well, maybe 6000 with the camera, the rest with my phone. But I digress.
So I show up with way too much cranberry sauce, since we were planning on parents too, and our camera. I volunteered to take pictures of the party so the teachers could focus on feeding the children. Sneaky. I got a press pass to the Turkey Day Pre-school party. (I knew all those nights of jumping velvet ropes in the 90′s would pay off eventually).
I got to attend the party, the teachers got to attend to their charges, and the other parents who were squeezed out or stuck at work could see pictures of their little ones having a ball. Matilda was overwhelmed by the ruckus and wanted me to hold her the whole time. So I actually had to turn my camera on all the other kids. Oh, and the parents were glad for the photos.
When I spoke with the head of the school afterward she told me a nice little story. They had done an exercise where the kids shared something they were thankful for. Many of the answers were silly or nonsensical and she felt she had missed the mark. But as the party wore on and the kids were really having fun eating together one boy looked up at her and said, “I’m thankful for my friends to share food with.”
Stay tuned for a how-to on making this bad-ass baby. You and your toddler will fly through the airport like OJ. (Too soon?)
Keep an eye out for a big life-hack post to make airline travel with a toddler a bit easier. The Airport Carseat-Stroller Rig. But until then, a pretty picture.
Somebody asked me why I only post pictures of my daughter when she is happy. Am I trying to make my life look better than it is?
No, dumbass. If she is crying I put the camera down and take care of her. Duh.
But every once in a while I snap one as she crosses the line.
Here is one in the name of realism:
Just so you don’t think I’m cruel, here she is moments before, enjoying the bear. “Bear, yawn.” She says.
A year ago I posted about my trepidation heading into Matilda’s first swim lesson. Today we started again in the swim class and I kinda can’t believe I was ever worried about it. What a difference a year makes.
Today I put together her lunch for Day Care, fixed and fed her a healthy breakfast of greek yogurt and pear/mango puree (baby food- hey she loves it), played with her for a few minutes, packed her outfit and a spare diaper and swimmie dipe. I dressed her up in her swim suit and away we went.
We made our way down to the pool with a confidence displayed for all to see in my swagger. Yeah, I swagger behind our Uppa Baby like I’m running things around here.
Cause I am.
We parked the stroller outside the family locker room flaunting the rules. Stroller parking is across the atrium outside the women’s locker room. Fascists.
We walked out onto the deck and yes, I was the only grown man in the class again. But this time. I didn’t care.
Full disclosure: despite my attempt at convincing you I had it all together this morning, I forgot the swim cap.
I resisted the urge to compare Matilda to the other kids. Though, I’m pretty sure she was the youngest. One boy was even jumping in and swimming his way to the surface. I was impressed. How did they do that? I can’t even get Matilda to put her mouth under water to blow bubbles.
I guess that’s why we’re in swim class isn’t it?