Daddy's Sick Day

Unfortunately Dave became ill on Monday night and had to spend Tuesday at home recovering. I felt really, really bad that he caught a similar virus to the one I had two weeks ago. However, I really hated that Carly didn't understand. She could tell that Dave was home from his occasional movement upstairs. She did not understand that he was sick and really did not feel like playing. This was really bothering her in the afternoon. Anytime she would hear movement upstairs she would run to one of the baby gates while yelling "DADA" and press her whole body up against the gate. Eventually I had to ask him to come down and at least sit in the recliner to appease our little girl.

I thought these little actions by Carly were adorable until this afternoon. Dave left for work this morning before Carly was awake so they were not able to see each other. When he called this afternoon during his drive home Carly eagerly held the phone, waved "hello", blew kisses, and informed me a few times that he was "Dada." Once he walked through the door she was all grins and thrilled to be picked up by him. She leached on and didn't let go for quite a while. They walked around, threw the ball with Jake, hugged, and spent a lot of quality time together. This fascination with Dave lasted the entire evening. She performed for him all night. She danced, sang, and strolled around all for him. At bath time I asked Carly if she could kick her legs, and was told "no." Then I said, "Will you show daddy how you kick your legs?" Immediately she began kicking and showing off for Dave. Our evening continued like this through bedtime and really was cute (but humorous) to watch.