"Well hi Ellie.
Are you enjoying your bottle? I'm
sure that you are."
"Ellie, what are you doing with your hand? Don't do that."
"Seriously Ellie, please stop."
"Ok Ellie, that has to be the last time. No more.
Daddy really doesn't enjoy that."
In case you're wondering, this "conversation"
continued to occur for a while. One thing about
Ellie is that if she wants to do something, she's going to do it. You may be starting to wonder what exactly Ellie
was doing that kept getting her scolded.
The answer is that Ellie was simply trying to torture her daddy with her
hand placement. Perhaps I should have started
with this; Hi, my name is Jesse and I suffer from Omphalophobia.
For those of you that don't know, omphalophobia is a
legitimate thing. It's the fear of belly
buttons. Now, I don't automatically
recoil at the sight of a belly button or anything like that. I just simply don't enjoy the feeling of
having mine touched. I don't even enjoy
washing it out. It's just a necessary
evil that I have to deal with. Side
note, I'm actively squirming as I type this just from thinking about it. Anyway, whenever Ellie is being fed a bottle,
she generally has her hands free while mine are full. She likes to take advantage of this by rubbing
her fingers over whatever she could find.
Her previous favorite thing to do has been to shove them directly into
my left armpit. Now, that's not exactly
enjoyable, but I can live with that until she starts pinching. Today, she decided she was more fascinated by
the buttons on my shirt. Not necessarily
a bad thing except for when she begins to trace her little hand down my chest
and find my belly button. I can just hear
her little thoughts now.
"Ooh, what's this?
There's a little divot here on Daddy's belly. I should try and plug that up for him so
nothing gets lost in there."
I think that must have been her thought because each time I
pulled the bottle away to move her hand, she would cry. Once, I'd give her the bottle back, her hand
would head right back into my belly button.
Don't worry about my sanity; I admit that it was probably just a
coincidence that her hand kept landing there.
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| Ellie, Bernie Sanders wants you to stop putting your fingers in Daddy's belly button... |
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| Will you at least stop for Tom Hanks? |
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| Didn't want to go here...Make her stop, basketball player from the Geico commercial!!! |
In all seriousness, I feel like this week has been super
frustrating for me. Ellie's afternoons
have not been good at all. I'm not sure
if it's her not napping well enough or what, but afternoons in the Holt
household have been filled with the sound of Ellie's screams (not to mention
the muffled sounds of me screaming into a pillow). I even had to send her to her crib for a time out session for my mental health one day. I think it's been hard at times because I
feel like I actually see the worst of Ellie during the days and then she's
perfectly happy when Bethany gets home in the evening. Of course, by that point, I'm already sad,
exhausted, and kind of grouchy from the events of my afternoon.
I totally feel convicted that I need to find a way to
channel those emotions into something positive.
I know that how I respond right now to trials and tribulations with
Ellie will really set a standard for how I do so throughout her life. One of my biggest fears is for her to grow up
thinking that her daddy is an angry person.
I know for a fact that I do have a temper at times and it's up to me to
learn how to handle that more effectively.
Otherwise, Ellie might grow up thinking it's acceptable for her to get
mad whenever things aren't going her way. I don't want to see her turn into that kind
of person at all. Otherwise she might
not have friends. No one wants to be
friends with THAT person. #DaddyWrite
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| Oh yeah, block that 'G' Dikembe Mutombo. |
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