I'm a firm believer in irony. You know, a state of affairs
or an event that seems deliberately contrary to what one expects and is often
amusing as a result.
Side note, sometimes I feel like it makes me come off more
intelligent to literally copy and paste a definition into a blog post. Is that
the case or does it instead just make me seem clichéd and pedantic. By the way,
pedantic - overly concerned with minute details or formalisms, especially in
teaching. Hey, at least I'm being consistent with overbearing amounts of
definitions.
Ok, back on topic. I'm a firm believer in irony because
pretty much every time I say or believe something is going to happen, the
opposite occurs. I promise, this all will relate to Ellie.
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| Please, go faster... |
It's no secret that a part of me really hopes Ellie ends up
as a tomboy. You see, I love my daughter and I want her to be her own person. I
just hope she's a person that I can find a lot of common ground with. A person
that will also be easy for me to relate to. That being said, I'm fully prepared
for her to turn into a girly girl because #irony. However, occasionally I see
these nice glimmers of hope that allow me to believe that won't be the case.
Today was one of those.
I've mentioned Ellie's deep affinity for her ball pit a time
or two. Seriously, the girl absolutely loves it. It's to the point that anytime
we've been away from home, as soon as she's free from her car seat, Ellie will
frolic up the staircase in search of her spherical nirvana. Once she's there,
it's no shocker to see her begin tossing balls out of the pit all over the
living room floor. Before I know it, there will be 125 balls covering our
living room floor.
Today, I found myself returning the balls to the pit as
Ellie watched on with great satisfaction. Normally, I just toss them all in
with the occasional one being flung at my daughter for fun. Hey, don't judge
me; the balls are really soft plastic. For a change of pace, I decided it was
time to try a new game with Ellie: catch. Now, by no means does Ellie have the
gracefulness and ability required to properly play catch. However, that doesn't
mean that she can't engage in a fun game of "Roll the ball across the
carpet to Daddy and he'll roll it back to you once he receives it". Now, I
doubt that's the proper name for this game hence me calling it catch.
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| Ok... |
After rolling five or eight balls in her direction, Ellie
finally realized the point of the game was not to eat said balls. Instead, she eventually
rolled the ball back in my general direction. Not only did she roll the ball in
my direction, but she actually laughed and smiled while doing so. A couple more
instances of her doing the same confirmed to me that Ellie knew the point of the
game. In fact, she was engaged by this game for almost 20 minutes.
Eventually Ellie became bored of the game and instead picked
up the ball in an attempt to toss it to me. Unfortunately for her, she throws
like a baby girl at this point in time. I'm pretty sure I can coach that out of
her with a little patience. First we'll ditch the baby part and then we'll work
on the whole throwing like a girl thing. After all, I do need her to have an
arm I can be proud of. #DaddyWrite
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| For the record, this is a throw I could be proud of... |
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