Who’s your daddy?

NS April 15th, 2008

Two friends of ours, S and E, came to stay with us last weekend after landing at Heathrow on Friday morning. They were on their way back home to Scotland after four months spent traveling through Bali, Australia, New Zealand, Chile and Argentina (yes, I hate them too) and decided to spend a couple days in London visiting with their friends in the capital and S’s brother. They had their 4 1/2-year-old and 8-month-old daughters with them and instantly our house was turned over to children, catching up and the cheerful noises of family. TNC and P, the older girl, were instantly joined at the hip and playing together throughout the house. TNC adored P and called out her name as soon as she woke up. Seeing her face light up with excitement at playing with another child — especially a bigger, older child — brought a big smile to my face and reassured me that she will enjoy having a sibling. And holding the baby, who was so gorgeously plump and cheerful, really made me broody. I kept snuggling her and kissing her sweet-smelling head and realised that I am so ready for another. Good thing too, huh, seeing as I’m four months pregnant.

By the end of the weekend I felt calm and ready to embrace life with two children. Seeing our only friends with more than one offspring up close and personal was just what I needed to make it all seem real. And we all got a good laugh when TNC kept calling S ‘Daddy’ whenever The Noble Husband wasn’t around. Luckily, P took quite a shine to TNH as well so for much of the weekend the girls spent time on each other’s father’s shoulders. The funniest bit, however, came when TNH went to the shops after our walk on Saturday and P, the four-year-old, insisted on going with him. He informed us upon their return that P had been very good in the shop and they had gotten everything they needed but he was hoping that the police wouldn’t show up at our door anytime soon. Baffled, we asked him to clarify. He said that as he and P were stopped in an aisle examining some food product or another, she suddenly turned to him and said “Who are you?” quite loudly. Luckily, no one seemed to have heard or he may have had some serious explaining to do to the Waitrose security guard.

2 Responses to “Who’s your daddy?”

  1. andrea says:
    16 April 2008 at 7:51 am

    ha ha! glad no one heard that or TNH might have been in trouble! good to hear that you had a nice weekend reuniting with friends. :)

  2. Babychaos says:
    18 April 2008 at 11:23 am

    A couple of people have told me that having two kids is difficult at first but that once they get to about 3 and 4 they start to play together and suddenly you get a whole load more time to yourself. In the long run, it’s more fun for them, too.

    That’s what they say, anyway! ;-) Who am I to know, I’m just about to have the first one!

    Cheers

    BC