Hello Dada!!
In mama's words
She took those tiny steps. Walked around searching for him. She waited to receive him when he returned from his day at work. She loved to play with him just as if he were a bouncy bed to jump on. All her toys she scattered before him and started to tell him to "sit". The little house he made for her with the blocks. The little stories he told her at bedtime. She learnt to repeat her mum's sentences when his food was served at the table and invite him all by herself saying "come". She looks forward to every little activity held outdoors with him. Whether it is at the park or at the pool. She runs. She kicks the ball. She splashes water at him in the pool. And is reluctant to get out of the water. She holds onto him while falling asleep. Her cuddles are a larger than life feeling even though she is so little. She never tires of crying after his mobile. If it's locked, she cries. If her favourite cartoon Dora isn't happening to play on YouTube, she cries. When given a strict look from her mother she turns to her soft hearted dad. All she thinks and says all day long is Hello Dada.
In baby's words
I am able to walk yes I can do this myself. But wait where is Dada, I need to hold his hand. I make sure I hold his finger and walk with him. He guides me slowly around. I wait to hear a bell ring and then I know it's him . He carries me as soon as he sees me. I cry so that he continues to carry me when he gets back home. When mama served him his meal today I told him to "come", he smiled at me and hugged me. I told him "looloo". I keep telling him that. He makes a kind of twisted face. I don't think he likes it much. But he does take me to lulu. The last time we went to the park, yahoo I learnt to say park. And then to the pool as well. I'm clapping my hands because I learned to say pooi too. I mean pool but I can hardly pronounce the last bit. Anyways I love to splash in the water. I do try to drink up some of the water too but they don't allow me to. I even know to kick the ball and say "catch". Well I think I need to throw the ball and say catch, that's what they tell me. I love to play with his phone. I keep clicking on every little thing I see and it gives me all my pictures and videos to view. So many of them, when I was very little. I do take some of my pictures which they seem to call something like selfie. Well I have so many things to look forward to with this dada. I know all I need to do is pick up my little yellow and blue phone and say hello dada.
In mama's words
She took those tiny steps. Walked around searching for him. She waited to receive him when he returned from his day at work. She loved to play with him just as if he were a bouncy bed to jump on. All her toys she scattered before him and started to tell him to "sit". The little house he made for her with the blocks. The little stories he told her at bedtime. She learnt to repeat her mum's sentences when his food was served at the table and invite him all by herself saying "come". She looks forward to every little activity held outdoors with him. Whether it is at the park or at the pool. She runs. She kicks the ball. She splashes water at him in the pool. And is reluctant to get out of the water. She holds onto him while falling asleep. Her cuddles are a larger than life feeling even though she is so little. She never tires of crying after his mobile. If it's locked, she cries. If her favourite cartoon Dora isn't happening to play on YouTube, she cries. When given a strict look from her mother she turns to her soft hearted dad. All she thinks and says all day long is Hello Dada.
In baby's words
I am able to walk yes I can do this myself. But wait where is Dada, I need to hold his hand. I make sure I hold his finger and walk with him. He guides me slowly around. I wait to hear a bell ring and then I know it's him . He carries me as soon as he sees me. I cry so that he continues to carry me when he gets back home. When mama served him his meal today I told him to "come", he smiled at me and hugged me. I told him "looloo". I keep telling him that. He makes a kind of twisted face. I don't think he likes it much. But he does take me to lulu. The last time we went to the park, yahoo I learnt to say park. And then to the pool as well. I'm clapping my hands because I learned to say pooi too. I mean pool but I can hardly pronounce the last bit. Anyways I love to splash in the water. I do try to drink up some of the water too but they don't allow me to. I even know to kick the ball and say "catch". Well I think I need to throw the ball and say catch, that's what they tell me. I love to play with his phone. I keep clicking on every little thing I see and it gives me all my pictures and videos to view. So many of them, when I was very little. I do take some of my pictures which they seem to call something like selfie. Well I have so many things to look forward to with this dada. I know all I need to do is pick up my little yellow and blue phone and say hello dada.
