BellaDaddy Blog

OK so I lied...I DO have something to write about...actually kinda cute too. Disregard my post below...(OK, read it if u want to)...

Close your eyes, those of you with children and imagine....:

"Bella, come on, Daddy is gonna do some laundry, you wanna help"?

In an instant, I hear em, her little feet, running...
There she was, tearing down the hallway, juice in one hand, a "nilla cookie" in the other. I had already turned the corner, so she wasn't within my line of sight...but I hear it...loud enough...BAMM!!!!! Then, silence. (Yeah Yeah, you know the type...silence: calm before the storm.

SCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRECH! OH, DADDDDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Have an OWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

AT least she was screaming, wasn't knocked out. I came into the hallway and quickly analysed the scene (I fancy myself an amateur CSI - HA!) and realized that she had torn off so fast down the hallway, she had tripped over the runner in her little slippers. These slippers are pretty much to keep her feet warm....they don't fit snugly and we are always telling her not to run in her slippers. This time though, my fault...I'd encouraged her to come join Daddy!

There she was, laying flat on her stomach, elbow up....screeching....Owee Owee, Daddy, Oweee. Now, usually, we just kiss the owee and it 'goes away.' NOT THIS TIME. This was some major drama! As this is the first time she has had a lingering pain owee...the kind you just cant kiss away..she was startled and confused. How come the pain isn't going away? I imagined her asking.

Well, for the next two hours...TWO HOURS! She was little miss drama. Crying, taking deep breathes, asking for the owee to be kissed, crying again, holding up her arm in the air, cheesy grinning, then bursting out in tears...every time she looked at it, or touched it...or Daddy mentioned it, there was another tear...and a then a flood....she would run, (yeah, running again, go figure) to the sofa, to a chair in the office, to another room...lowering her head into the cushions, whimpering that her owee hurt. I kid you not, this went on for two hours. She had never had a boo boo that lasted...and rug burns do!

I was beside myself....I didn't know how to react....I was laughing inside, of course, but outside...I needed to Daddy.

DING! Idea!

"Bella, let's go change your shirt. This will make the owee go away." In her room, we ventured over to the dresser, pulled out a few options, realizing this could go on for another two hours....that bottom lip of her, quivering...ready to unleash a scream at any moment. AHA! The PAPA shirt...."her you go Bella, look, your PAPA shirt" (It has long sleeves...)

Yup, you guessed it...hide the boo boo with a long sleeve shirt...makes the owee go away.

"Daddy, have a ice cream pop please"?

oH tHE drAMZ!