Tags

, ,

Owl is all about the Dada these days.

I wish I could say that this resulted in him being less interested in my boobas, but that is not the case. I am still Milk Bags and expected to lactate at his beck and call.

But Dada is FUN BAGS.

A friend of mine is a social worker and one time I picked up one of her text books. It was all about families and stuff, and one chapter talked about the relationship between children and their father. It claimed that studies show that fathers tend to play in a more “creative” fashion with their kids. While mothers tend to stick to more “traditional” or mainstream games and songs when interacting with their kids, fathers tend to be more unpredictable, more physical, and invent crazy games.

This is certainly true of PH’s interactions with Owl. When Owl was 8 months old or so, he invented a new game. It was called “It’s On Owl’s Head”.

The game involved putting unusual objects on Owl’s head, and then announcing, “it’s on Owl’s head!”

A simple game, perhaps, but Owl thought it was the most brilliant game of all time.

The repertoire of games is larger now, consisting of such gems as “Shoulder Baby”, which involves Owl hanging on PH’s shoulder in a fireman carry. “Drunken Baby”, which consists of PH spinning Owl around in circles, carefully setting him down, and then giggling as Owl tries to walk in a straight line, and so on.

Last night Owl worked himself into hysterics by pretending to fall asleep on his Dada’s chest, and then popping his head up suddenly with a big grin. Dada pretended to be surprised each time. This was, apparently, THE FUNNIEST THING EVER.

Mama’s pretty fun too – we have Tickle Hand and the Kissing Game – but she just isn’t quite the same caliber as Dada when it comes to sheer AWESOME.

Nothing brings a smile to Owl’s face a quickly as asking him to point out Dada. He loves to spot Dada in pictures – the photo of us kissing on our computer desktop, the family photo on the fridge – Mama is old news but hey, look, THAT’S DADA!

Sometimes, he wakes up in bed with us at 5 am, spots Dada, and gets so excited that it takes a while to get him back to sleep. 

This morning, PH had already left for work when Owl and I got up, and it took me a good ten minutes to convince a hopeful babby that Dada was not around.

“Dada?”

“He’s at work, honey.”

“Dada?”

“He’s at work, sweetie.”

*thoughtful pause*

“DADA??”

Even the sight of the Xbox controller (disturbingly) is enough to trigger a suffusion of Dada enthusiasm. 

“Dada?”

“What are you pointing at, sweetie?”

“Dada!”

“There’s no picture of Dada there, Owl. Are you trying to say DOG? There’s a picture of a DOG over there.”

*jabbing the controller with a finger*

“DADA!”

“That’s not Dada, that’s an xbox controller.”

“Dada?”

“XBOX CONTROLLER”

*pause, then emphatic baby-sign for “father”*

“DADA?!!”

Oooookay, then.

But Mama is crafty and has learned to use this Dada fandom for her own nefarious purposes.

This evening, as time drew nigh to pick PH up from his daily commute at the train station, I knew that suggesting we “go get Dada” would be the best way to get Owl’s attention and cooperation.

Even so, the sight of the coat had him folding his arms over his chest and running away as fast as his little legs could take him.

Normally I chase him down and stuff his arms in, but this time I just stood there, holding out the coat.

“Don’t you want to go get Dada?” I asked.

“Dada!” Owl gave me a big grin.

“Well, if you want to get Dada, we have to get Owl’s coat on,” I said reasonably.

We stared at each other for a moment, while Owl thought about this. I raised my eyebrows and let him weigh the choices.

His mouth creased into an impish smile as he measured me up.

Then,

“DADA!!” and he ran towards me and stuck his arm into his coat.

Willing to put his coat on voluntarily in order to see his father?

That’s proof of true love.

Advertisements