Where's my Dadda?
Where's my Dadda? Yesterday I was happy but disappointed when Dziadzio (Mummy's daddy)  came to the front door. Then someone else came to the door: surely this would be Daddy ... but it turned out to be some stranger. Dziadzio got rid of him quickly, seeing how distressed I was getting that it wasn't Dadda (Dziadzio also said he didn't like door-to-door salesmen). Finally Dadda arrived from work and we all had a great time. Dad put me to bed and lay down in the double bed beside my cot as I wented to sleep. But when I woke up later and found the bed empty, my calling got my Dziadzio - not Dadda! Where was my Daddy? I would not go back to bed, so eventually fell asleep in Dziadzio's lap. A long while later, Mummy and Daddy arrived back from somewhere, talking in whispers about Shrek or something. I heard them even though I was asleep. At least they were back again. This morning I decided not to let Daddy out of sight. I followed him EVERYWHERE. When he did his 5BX exercise, I insisted he carry me. I got bounced around a bit while he jogged on the spot, until he gave up. I cried the whole time he was in the shower because he wouldn't let me in! And then he finally left! I spent all morning checking around the house just to be sure he wasn't hiding anywhere. Waail! It took Mummy quite a while to convince me that Daddy was gone for the day. Mummy kept on saying 'Daddy bye-bye' until I eventually believed it, but I persevered with my search for a long time. Anyway, some new things I'm doing while I'm not looking for my errant Dadda: I've been pantomiming the cat hissing and swiping with her claws. This is great fun. No sooner have I demonstrated this beside the cat, I then make sure people know who I'm imitating by pointing at the cat. Ok, so I'm not too careful. I'm only little. For little people like me, of course pointing can involve touching the object with my finger. So what if this resulted in me sinking my cute digit out of sight into the cat's fluffy body? The cat jumped up out of reach when I added to this a loud, piercing squeal of delight in her ear. Apart from this, I also know what 'hot' is and indicate this at mealtime by blowing out of my mouth and shaking my hand (MummyDaddy then let me know that it's safe to eat).  I also let MummyDaddy know that I understand this concept by doing this when they have a cup of tea. I've never been burned, but people have let me feel something that is warm enough to make an impression. I also do this for sharp things, like the needle Mummy uses for her patchwork. My latest label is "tar" for that musical instrument Mummy leaves in the loungeroom. I spent a while demonstrating a strumming motion over a picture and saying "tar", but it took Mummy a while to realise what I was saying.  Daddy seems to think that this sounds a lot like "tah" - the dots in the sky at night, or that glow on my ceiling - but the two words are just SO different! So, where are you, Daddy?
- posted by Izabela @ 7/22/2004 01:47:00 PM