Tonight after dinner I was doing some laundry in our garage/laundry room while Chris and Nora were playing with two worms that were in the driveway. It had just poured and they were escaping the flooded street. "That's the biggest one I've EVER seen!" said Nora. Her father's response: "Why don't you eat it?" Saying this to a child who puts absolutely everything in her mouth was really not a dare, but more of a suggestion. Luckily the kid showed a glimmer of reason and declined. So Chris threw a worm at me and then put one in Nora's hair. We all took turns holding them and making them jump and then I distributed the hand sanitizer and headed inside to lay down. That's how I left them. A few minutes later, Chris calls into the house for me to come outside because Nora has something she wants to show me. What I found was further evidence that dad's just do things differently.
Now I like to think I'm a pretty fun, hands-on mom, but running around and dunking my head in the overflowing storm water is not something I have considered doing recently.
Letting my daughter run around in her soaking wet PJ shirt and diaper in the middle of the street isn't at the top of my list either. This was one of those many times that I was especially thankful that Nora has a parent like him to balance out a parent like me. Forget how gross it seems, she was having a blast.
Nora gets her arts and crafts, dance party, pretend fun with me and then she has her dad to fill in the blanks with an abundance of outdoorsy activities that every little toddler girl needs in her life.
When he isn't taking her to Home Depot's kids craft day, you can find them skinny dipping in the pool, emptying out the tool bucket and tuning up her tricycle, or possibly mowing the lawn.
Chris has always wanted a daughter and he enriches her life in ways that I can't.
She can pull a tape like the best of them.
She can spot poo like nobody's business.
And she's mastering the art of pool surfing.
He even taught Nora how to feed fresh saliva to the koi at the Japanese steak house.
She became so good at it, she taught her Papa.
Happy Father's Day to the Yin to my Yang.
A big "Thank You" to the guy who does all the things with our daughter that I just don't feel like doing.
