I forgot Father’s Day!

Yesterday was my husband’s 15th Father’s Day

I didn’t do anything special! Not even a Facebook update….

So, honey, happy belated Father’s Day! You are the best guy I could have picked to have Emily with. You do lack patience from time to time but you know which pads to buy when I call you in a hurry because Emily used all the pads in a really short time. Not many man understand a text that says get orange pads!!! Over the years, when I changed job, you found us houses, daycares and schools. You are my rock and Emily’s hero!

So sorry I didn’t do anything for Father’s Day but I am not good at celebrating special days within the year… I don’t understand why once a year we have to acknowledge a father on Father’s day or a mother on Mother’s Day, love on Valentine and so on… I am not even a big fan of birthdays…

I want to acknowledge great parenting any day I want to or feel like it.

The only issue with that way of thinking is Emily.

Having Emily means that all those celebration and holidays now needs to be acknowledged.

Christmas is super important now! I do have to pretend Santa is bringing a gift… I buy all my gifts and wrap them as if my husband did :). I know, we are supposed to buy each other’s gifts but its more efficient and 100% satisfaction guaranteed to buy each our own.

I believe love should be celebrated every single day. Not just on February 14th.

I believe if I want something and have the money to get it, I should get it! No need to wait for my birthday. Same goes for my husband and daughter.

On Mother’s Day, I want hugs and kisses…

For Easter, I don’t want to plan an Easter egg hunt but I do!

I forgot Father’s Day this year!

I forgot to buy a card for Emily to give her dad and when I asked her to craft one she was all excited to tell me she had made flowers at school for her dad! She remembered!

The year Emily was born we gave Jon a lilac tree to plant on our property. That year I remembered even if I had to arrange to buy a tree from a hospital room as Emily was just born. We’ve moved so many times since that year that I am not sure how our lilac tree is doing.

Emily remembers all the holidays, special days and birthdays… She knows her Christening date as it is also our wedding anniversary. She knows the date she got every single one of her American Girl dolls, those are their birthdays.

She remembers when we forget! She makes us acknowledge and celebrate every occasion she can think of.

She made her dad happy today. Not with a big expensive gift but with paper flowers.

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Belly laugh

Let’s continue on my earlier thought about the best sound in the world!

Emily’s belly laugh!

Sometimes at night, when Emily is half asleep, I crawl into bed next to her, put my arm around her and slowly tickle that tiny spot near her belly button πŸ™‚ That one secretly ticklish spot that will make her burst out laughing!

I know I am not supposed to do that!

I am the adult after all and it’s past her bedtime….

I should help her fall asleep not make her laugh πŸ™‚ but I can’t help myself… her laughter is contagious. Within seconds we are both laughing and if hubby is around, he will most likely follow the laughters and join in on the fun.

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The thing with us and laughter has most likely to do with the fact that Emily cried non-stop for the first couple of years of her life…

When you spend day and night worrying for your child, watching her cry and vomit… watching her NOT sleep… you slowly get there too.

Where is there you ask???

There is that place where my worries for her slowly turned into worries for myself…. for us!!!

How are we gonna make it through this? When will we sleep again? When will I eat a meal that hasn’t been re-heated multiple times?

Pumping milk, whenever I could. Eating cold food as I gave up on warming it up. Wishing I could be at work and not at home… the guilt of wishing I was at work!!!

A vicious circle!

I remember the day that hubby came home to find me crying, sitting on the kitchen floor… I had pick that spot as I believed that was the farthest away from Emily’s crib… She was in her crib, she was safe and I was exhausted, I couldn’t take it any longer but I couldn’t be far just in case her cry changed… In case she needed me….

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When Emily was little any sign of a smile was a reason to celebrate.

Laughter was a delight.

Laughter was sanity in our completely insane world!

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So the most amazing sound in the world is… Emily’s belly laugh!!!

What’s yours?