Happy Father’s Day for yesterday to all the Dads, new and repeat offenders. Hope you all had a lovely day. To my sweet, wonderful Davey, the best father I have had the honour to know. You mean the world to us.
David has been a dad for a long time now. When he became a father, he didn’t get the gentle introduction to parenting in just one baby. He was handed two girls approximately one month after Mother’s Day 1996. Was he overwhelmed? Yes. Was he shocked at how full on fathering can be? Yes. Did he complain? No. He just dug in and helped 50/50. He took on all the aspects of parenting newborns and he did it well. When Lily came into the world two years later she became his world and he hers. Four years later he lost his first born son and was devastated, rocked to the very core of his being. Now with Ivy and Noah, he has undying patience and love for them both. He has taken two boys who are no relation to him, except through me, into his heart and home and loves them like they are his own. He is a good man and a wonderful father.
He deserves to be celebrated and celebrate we did.
Traditionally we start the morning off with breakfast in bed and then presents. At lunch we had a picnic and for dinner, his favourite - spaghetti bolognese. While the other children and David were engrossed in parcel unwrapping, the babies were off making their own fun with the discarded packaging. Tiny shreds of paper were scattered from one end of the bedroom to the other (and all so quietly too)!
Do you know how hard shredded paper is to clean up from carpet? Especially when the offending distributors follow you around taking your sweepings and re distribute them?
AJ was missing from the morning’s festivities as he had gone with my mum and ‘Grahampa’ to see the football for his birthday present. He’ll be turning 11 in about 13 days. Mum picked him up on the Saturday and he stayed the night with them too. All parties report that they had a ball! That’s good because AJ has been a little quiet and withdrawn of late.
The girls have been playing with their Barbies again in the last few weeks and Saturday was Barbie fasionista day. The girls took scraps of material and fashioned formal gowns. I think they had a nice morning just relaxing and pottering around the house. After AJ left we made our way down to Sydney to see David’s parents and sisters. It was nice to have everyone together.
The babies made their way through the weekend with varying degrees of asthma but at the end of the day we did make it.
We saw the paed this morning and despite his frustrating lack of response on the Thursday he rallied well and took very good care of Ivy and Noah (and their mother). He made sure that we had enough scripts to go away with (only 11 days to go) and said if we run into strife to call him and he will phone diagnose. (Sometimes I think he has found my blog and my posts of doctor frustration). Anyway, you’ll all be pleased to know that Noah is over the hump. Ivy? Ears, nose and throat all infected again, chest as well. We are on another course of Erythromycin, Ciproxin and Hydrogen Peroxide,hope it does the trick!