Sophie just came into the dining room/office area and stood across the table from me.
“Dad, I’m gonna play on the iPad.”
I watched her struggle, yet determined to pull out the chair from under the table. As she climbed up onto the table chair, I had an overwhelming desire to hold her.
“Okay, but first...” I placed my arms out, she knows what that means. “We haven’t hugged enough this morning.”
Sophie hesitated as she looked from the iPad sitting in front of her to me and then back down at the iPad again. She depressed the on button on the iPad.
“Dad, yes we have. We hugged a lot.”
Okay, this isn’t true I thought. Is she really choosing the iPad over her daddy?
“Remember?” she asks.
Umm, no I don’t Sophie, I thought. But okay. If she wants to play on the iPad that bad...
Oh wait...
We did snuggle quite a bit in bed this morning. Sophie is super affectionate and wakes up happy; always greeting the day with enthusiasm. It was nice holding her.
Sophie’s little fingers are swiping away on the screen.
“You’re right beautiful. We did snuggle for a while this morning.”
“Daddy, I was trying to tell you that,” she says without looking up from her iPad.
I watch her for a while. Was there a little bit of attitude in her response?
Eventually, she will look back up from her iPad.
Sophie, like all of our girls, knows how to work me. They pout, bat their eyelashes. No, you don’t get it, they literally bat their eyelashes! Turn their head to the side. You get the picture.
Yes, I play dumb sometimes and even give in occasionally, but I am onto all this.
And right now I still want a hug. Two can play this game.
I place my lower lip out just a little bit more and turn my head to the side, and yes, I start batting my eyelashes.
Sophie fingers continue to swipe wildly across the iPad screen, more concerned at the moment with racking up points in her electronic game than in the real world.
Eventually, I resort to clearing my throat.
“Ahem”
Nothing.
Then again.
“Ahem...Arharraahemm hem Ah harummph..ahem ah har...”
I felt I may have over did it a tad. Sophie was either going to come give me a hug or perform the Heimlich maneuver on me.
She did neither but Sophie did glance up for a split second. Here it comes...I was feeling a little touch of self-satisfaction when she said,
“Dad, get over it already.”
Right now, I am curled up in the fetal position on my bed holding my SpongeBob pillow.
“Dad, I’m gonna play on the iPad.”
I watched her struggle, yet determined to pull out the chair from under the table. As she climbed up onto the table chair, I had an overwhelming desire to hold her.
“Okay, but first...” I placed my arms out, she knows what that means. “We haven’t hugged enough this morning.”
Sophie hesitated as she looked from the iPad sitting in front of her to me and then back down at the iPad again. She depressed the on button on the iPad.
“Dad, yes we have. We hugged a lot.”
Okay, this isn’t true I thought. Is she really choosing the iPad over her daddy?
“Remember?” she asks.
Umm, no I don’t Sophie, I thought. But okay. If she wants to play on the iPad that bad...
Oh wait...
We did snuggle quite a bit in bed this morning. Sophie is super affectionate and wakes up happy; always greeting the day with enthusiasm. It was nice holding her.
Sophie’s little fingers are swiping away on the screen.
“You’re right beautiful. We did snuggle for a while this morning.”
“Daddy, I was trying to tell you that,” she says without looking up from her iPad.
I watch her for a while. Was there a little bit of attitude in her response?
Eventually, she will look back up from her iPad.
Sophie, like all of our girls, knows how to work me. They pout, bat their eyelashes. No, you don’t get it, they literally bat their eyelashes! Turn their head to the side. You get the picture.
Yes, I play dumb sometimes and even give in occasionally, but I am onto all this.
And right now I still want a hug. Two can play this game.
I place my lower lip out just a little bit more and turn my head to the side, and yes, I start batting my eyelashes.
Sophie fingers continue to swipe wildly across the iPad screen, more concerned at the moment with racking up points in her electronic game than in the real world.
Eventually, I resort to clearing my throat.
“Ahem”
Nothing.
Then again.
“Ahem...Arharraahemm hem Ah harummph..ahem ah har...”
I felt I may have over did it a tad. Sophie was either going to come give me a hug or perform the Heimlich maneuver on me.
She did neither but Sophie did glance up for a split second. Here it comes...I was feeling a little touch of self-satisfaction when she said,
“Dad, get over it already.”
Right now, I am curled up in the fetal position on my bed holding my SpongeBob pillow.
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