I was meant to have this written for Sunday, but it didn’t quite happen. Father’s Day – this one was extra special for us. Ryan’s first one as a dad, and what a dad he’s turning out to be.
I give Ryan a passing mention in my posts, but I should include him more. We’re a team, after all. And while I’m lucky enough to have the lion’s share of time with Ralphie, particularly during the week, Ryan more than makes up for it when he’s around.
Now I must say that Ryan isn’t a nappy changer. He’s also not one for getting Ralphie dressed or feeding him at dinner time. He’s fun daddy. He’d much rather dance around the living room making our boy laugh. He reads him stories; he lets Ralphie grab his face and lick his head; he chucks Ralphie up into the air and flies him around like a plane; he cuddles him tight and showers him with kisses.
When I’m upstairs desperately trying to get Ralphie to cooperate with me and stop flipping himself over on the changing mat when putting on a fresh nappy (argh it drives me mad!), Ryan swoops in and appeases the situation. He’s the king of distraction; he’s the peace maker.
If you asked Ralphie what he thought of his dad, I reckon it would be something like this…
My Daddy. He’s not like my Mummy. He cannot give me milk, but he gives me lots of cuddles. When he comes into the room he makes me squeal with delight. I always listen out for his deep voice, and when I hear it I can barely contain my excitement.
Daddy doesn’t make me do horrible things like have my nappy changed. He would never force me to eat avocado. That’s Mummy’s job, and I like to keep her on her toes!
The best part of the day is when Daddy comes home from work. At this point, I’m usually covered in my dinner. Sometimes, Mummy’s got her act together and I’m already in my pyjamas. I hear Daddy at the front door and I kick my legs with joy. He runs in and tickles me, and I bury my face in Mama’s neck so that she can protect me.
My Daddy is the coolest. He has a shaved head that I like to blow raspberries on. His nose is good for biting too, but Mummy doesn’t let me do that anymore now that I have teeth.
Daddy is always asking me for kisses. Sometimes I’m too busy to give him them, but he’s rather persistent. One thing I do love to do is shout “dada” really loud when he’s around, just to let him know how much I love him.