The final day of Stuart Hall’s Dad Diaries. There have been moments of joy – and plenty of tantrums – but we finish on a high, with one of those rare days as a parent when your child is a delight and everything goes to plan. Hurrah!
The Dad Diaries: Day 5
Something magical must have happened overnight. I’m convinced a fairy flew in the window, sprinkled her cot with fricking fairy dust and waved it’s magic wand. Our baby girl is back! From the moment she woke up today, she has been a wonder to behold.
Sinead got up with her this morning so I could have a lie in. She’s a beaut, that girl. I woke up to the sound of giggles and babbling as she was having breakfast. A quick shower for everybody and then into the car for a trip to Westfield. Whoop whoop. Shopping on a Bank Holiday Monday.
Usually she hates the car and especially hates the car seat, but lo and behold, no fuss whatsoever! Winner winner, chicken dinner. Next up, we had to get her into the pram. As she is starting to walk now or at least climbing up stuff, telling her to sit in a pram is not ideal. But yet again, she surprised us and sat happily in it watching the world go by around her.
Two hours later, a fair few $$$ lighter and a couple of pounds heavier adderall no prescription after some cheeky McD’s chips (for us by the way, not her) we were done and getting the hell out of dodge.
Would she go back in the car seat? Yes, yes she would. Wahoo. It really is the little things every day that you should be thankful for
Would she go back in the car seat? Yes, yes she would. Wahoo. It really is the little things every day that you should be thankful for. That afternoon she was still in grand form, playing with her new toys, crawling everywhere and climbing on everything and everybody. It really is as if something switched in her brain or a few extra synapses fired off overnight.
She was in such good form that Sinead and I ended up leaving her with Nan and we went to the pub for a couple of hours. We haven’t done that since 2015 and that isn’t even an exaggeration. It was bliss.
So, it just goes to show that no matter how hard or impossible you think the day is, there is always a sunnier one around the corner. When she goes through her next leap, I’m sure we won’t think like that, we’ll just wallow in our own self-pity. But ho-hum, the next leap is at least three weeks away. Let’s enjoy the sunny times whilst they are here.