Dadda and Pea
Dadda wakes up early one morning, Pea is still sleeping on the bed. Dadda goes to the bathroom and does his morning routine as quietly as possible to not wake up Pea.
After my morning routine, I sit on the bed next to Pea, and I rest my hand on her, patting her gently. Pea slowly stirs in the morning sunlight, and stretches her arms above her head. Dadda just sits there watching her body move, before heading to the kitchen to make a bottle of milk for Pea.
I come back to the bedroom and set the bottle on the bedside table. Pea is still stretching and moving around in bed, her eyes not yet open. I sit on the bed, grab the bottle, and rest the bottle nipple on her lips. Her hands reach up and grab the bottle from Dadda’s hands. She starts to suck on the bottle drinking the warm milk. Dadda pats Pea as she drinks with her eyes closed.
As she gets close to finishing the bottle, her eyes open up widely and she see’s Dadda sitting next to her. she is confused whether to finish the bottle or hug Dadda. Dadda pulls the blankets back, and helps Pea sit up on the bed. She continues sucking on the bottle as Dadda picks her up, and put her on his lap. As soon as she finishes the bottle she throws it to one side and reaches towards Dadda with both arms asking for a hug.
Dadda picks Pea up, put her head on his shoulder for burping, and starts to pat her on the back. After a large burp, Dadda then sits with his legs cross, and places Pea in his lap facing the TV. She points to the TV, but Dadda suggests she go potty first.
Dadda carries Pea to the bathroom, stands her on the floor and kneels down. He then unbuttons her onesie, takes her diaper off, and lifts her onto the toilet. She goes tinkle on the potty, then says to Dadda, “I’m finished wee wee now Dadda!”
I grab some toilet paper and wipe away the wee wee and help Pea off the potty. I put the diaper back on, and button up the onesie again.
I pick you up again and we go back to the bedroom. I put you on the bed, and turn on the TV for you. I grab some clothes from your bag for you to wear today. I grab a pink shirt with hearts, a short denim skirt, some socks and shoes for you. I bring them back to the bed, and lay them out ready to get you dressed.
I undo the onesie buttons, and take off your onesie. You’re laying there with just a diaper on. You starting saying, “FooFoo, my FooFoo.” I’m not sure what you are suggesting, but you grab my hand and pull it towards your diaper saying, “FooFoo … FooFoo … FooFoo!”
I grab the shirt, and start to put it on you, but you wriggle and stop me putting it on over your head. You push my hand to your diaper and start to try and pull it off you.
I think you are hinting that you want Dadda to touch and play with your FooFoo.
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