Yes it's time for another Geek Dad instalment! It's been awhile, but I think it's time.
For those who've been following, my little Moo is a little over 14 months old, which means she's toddling all over the place, asserting her personality and exploring the world with little to no fear.
Amazingly she is still sleeping through the night, and rarely wakes for loud noises. Such is the case once we hit 1845ish and she goes to bed, we pretty much have the house to ourselves.
Until 1845 however, the house very much belongs to her. If she wants to play with a certain toy, she will do so, and woe betide anyone who tries to stop her.
This is where last night came in. As you probably know my wife was away because of family issues and so it was means the Moo all to ourselves.
We decided (well she decided and I agreed) that we were going to go on an adventure, exploring the dark corners of the house, before setting up a shelter in between my bed and radiator, a good place to make shelter if you ask me, next to a heat source and sleeping arrangements.
Afterwards the little Moo acquired a form of transport, but required me to get it started, I however knew that time was drawing late, and play time needed to end.
The cries were incessant until I managed to get her into the bath where she got to splash in water and play with bubbles.
This gets me wondering about our current routine, and a possible need to teach her discipline or not.
You see, I love to see her play, however as with many children she doesn't seem to get tired (at leased not in a sensible time frame). However I know that if she has her bath around 1830, her bed time bottle around 1845 and then sleep by 1900 at the latest, she sleeps through till 0700 easily, and wakes up well rested and eager for the day ahead.
But at the same time I hate to stop her doing what she wants to.
I guess it just shows a different side to our own childhood. I remember when my parents would stop me from doing something I really wanted to do, I thought they were such fun spoilers. Now of course I realise that they wanted to let me do what I wanted, as seeing me having fun and laughing would have brought them as much joy as I get from seeing my daughter having fun.
However, they couldn't let me just do what I wanted, because that would have resulted in anarchy.
And so at roughly 1900 I finally put her to bed and got started on my own fun times including painting of my Seamus crew, which resulted in the following:
The rest of the crew have a long way to come, but I'm quite happy with master and avatar.
You always hear about how a photo hasn't done justice to a model/paint job and I'm afraid the same is true here.
Anyway, time for me to leave you all, stay safe and I'll see you breachside!
- Your friendly neighbourhood Doctor Loxley