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I want to report that Rowan, my daughter, is a star. She spent Wednesday with her grandparents and bravely faced her first night without either of her parents. Apparently we're not that important after all.
I was delighted though, because I know her grandparents enjoyed it, it's good to know that she's getting more independent, and selfishly, it makes our upcoming holiday at Worldcon in Glasgow without her seem less of a wrench.
I dropped Sam down on Thursday morning, and on Friday I went down to the in-laws to rejoin Sam and Rowan. We spent a good chunk of Saturday on the beach, where I foolishly applied insufficient quantities of sun block and now have what is called locally a "farmer's tan". Ouch, my sore neck.
Complaining about sunny weather is the high of ingratitude in Ireland, however, so I'll say we've had a lovely few days, and it's a delight to see Rowan running about in hat and sun dress reveling in the sunshine[1].
The best moment of the weekend? Arriving on Friday evening to be welcomed by Rowan with smiles and spending a half hour down the end of the garden chatting about the exciting events of the last three days. Her mime of the crab she met on the beach on Friday afternoon was priceless.
[1] Suitably thick layers of sun block have been applied. I'm dumb but not criminal.
I was delighted though, because I know her grandparents enjoyed it, it's good to know that she's getting more independent, and selfishly, it makes our upcoming holiday at Worldcon in Glasgow without her seem less of a wrench.
I dropped Sam down on Thursday morning, and on Friday I went down to the in-laws to rejoin Sam and Rowan. We spent a good chunk of Saturday on the beach, where I foolishly applied insufficient quantities of sun block and now have what is called locally a "farmer's tan". Ouch, my sore neck.
Complaining about sunny weather is the high of ingratitude in Ireland, however, so I'll say we've had a lovely few days, and it's a delight to see Rowan running about in hat and sun dress reveling in the sunshine[1].
The best moment of the weekend? Arriving on Friday evening to be welcomed by Rowan with smiles and spending a half hour down the end of the garden chatting about the exciting events of the last three days. Her mime of the crab she met on the beach on Friday afternoon was priceless.
[1] Suitably thick layers of sun block have been applied. I'm dumb but not criminal.
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Did you put sunblock on this morning? If not STAY INDOORS! Love you!
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We wondered how she would manage away from us (we couldn't stop wondering aloud in our hotel room that night) but the next day when we returned and I came to the door of my wife's parents, it was just at the exact same time our Monkey was being handed a cookie from her grand-mother.
Our little one looked at me in delight, then looked at the cookie, then looked back at me, and said "Dada!"
Then she turned, grabbed the cookie, and scampered off nibbling it!
(I later learned that she was a true gem away from us; went to bed early, no awakenings in the night; she had a better night sleep and less homesickness than we did!)
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Still, cookie or Dada. It's a no-brainer. I don't know if you ever saw the "Daddy or chips" ads that ran over here on UK TV, but a similar dilemma, with a similar outcome, was presented to a little girl in the ad. She cogitated through the day, as shown in the ad, and at dinner time when her dad steals one of her chips from her plate she finally decides firmly on "chips". The moral? Food is thicker than blood.