Naked Without Shame

Thankfully my chiquita isn't one of those kids that runs around naked at home all the time. I've heard of parents who basically wrestle clothes on their children every time they leave their house, meanwhile at home they terrorize like naked savages from Lord of the Flies.

After potty training however Davy did get a little more comfortable basking in the buff.  She went pantless here and there, which is extremely helpful when you are still trying to get a hold on Mother Nature and all she showers and splatters upon my floors.

Anyway, last night we went to my favorite place for dinner with Grandma and Grandpa 'Tor-jit' for some sushi and fun. And boy was it. Daddy was on the ball tonight. After getting practice the previous night out taking Davy to the restroom, he was basically a pro potty ass-istant tonight.

So Davy said the magical words, "Daddy! I gotta go pee-pee." Then off they ran to the orange and purple bathroom. This time it was a one person locked door type, not like the urinal men's restroom they ran into the previous night before I could intercept.

A few minutes later they re-entered the main dining area, but Daddy looked concerned. He found the nearest adorable Japanese waitress and based on what I could gather from his hand motions and some limited lip reading...they clogged the toilet. Awesome. She understood and nodded.

Then the waitress' eyes quickly darted beyond my husband to a small blonde pig-tailed girl, our chiquita. She was lifting up her tiny dress. Daddy turned to see why the waitress looked so alarmed. My chop sticks dropped my avocado and tuna roll midway to my mouth. Davy was doing the no pants dance with her princess panties around her ankles. She flashed the entire restaurant.

I've never laughed so hard during a serious sushi eating session.

Daddy of the year? Oh yes.

D is for Dad

Dads. Little girls need their Daddies. And there are statistics to prove it. They need good daddies. Lucky for me, I have a great dad.

I have this book called Strong Fathers, Strong Daughters that I bought Christoper to read. I highly recommend it. I ended up reading it and I realized how much I have taken my dad for granted.

Dads sometimes miss out on all the glory that moms get. They are in the background, often making the big bucks and bringing home the bacon. Supporting the family. I was particularly blessed because my dad always had an office out of our home. He was home a lot. We had meals as a family, he went to all my soccer games and coached my basketball team (even though I told him to shut up one time on the court--eeek so sorry), he has been such a humble good example to me. It was the little things that made such a big difference and gave me the security to grow into the woman I am today. Love you Dad.


So I have often read that girls look for someone like their dad to marry. (Gross.) I certainly was not thinking for one second that I wanted to marry a clone version of "my dad." We found a picture of my dad when he was around Christopher's age and the resemblance was uncanny. Same hair. And since I've been alive my dad's hair has been straight. Weird. So I at least married someone looks like my dad.

I wasn't sure how Christopher was going to handle fatherhood. Not that I thought he would do a bad job. I just couldn't picture him as a dad. He didn't spend the majority of his life with sisters at home. There was a lot of boy activity going on at his house. Although he's always been close to his sister Marisa she's lived away for most of his life.

And to date, he has two little daughters and he is an amazing dad. As soon as he gets home from work every day, Davy is incredibly excited to see him. "Daddy!!!" She immediately stops whatever she is doing and runs toward the door, leaps into his arms for hugs and kisses him on the cheek. Every. Day. And he is just as excited to see her and Gianna. Gianna also is such a Daddy's girl. Her first word was "Dada" and throughout the day sometimes she crawls around saying his name looking for him.

I hope Davy and Gianna look for someone like their dad without realizing it, like I did.