Dadurday

As is always the case with weekends, Alex stuck to her Dad like glue. The days of the weekend are official Dadurday and Sundad. She follows him around, hitting him with books until he reads them, begging for clementines from him and him only, and cries hysterically when he leaves the room. I leave the room, and she doesn't even notice.

I don't mind at all. She spends way more time with me, probably too much time some days, and needs to bond with Jeff when she can. I feel badly for him because he really has to hide from her in order to get a few seconds rest. But I can get things done! Anything I want! And it makes picking up half-chewed food from all over the house that much better, because at least she's not trying to eat it again, she's getting more from Dadoo!

She also attended a work party with us this evening, and was, of course, well behaved until the very end. She found a plastic orange, was convinced it was a clementine and gave it to Jeff to peel. That was a tricky situation to get out of, but we managed to distract her somehow and deposited the orange where she couldn't see it. She melted down a bit at "bedtime" (the time we want her to go to bed) but then lightened up after getting in the car. She talked, she hummed, she blinked, and then we were home. And miracle of miracles, she's now asleep. Dreaming, no doubt, of the slightly loud Playschool bus and myriad dolls she played with at the completely unfamiliar house with lots of stairs. Good times.