Johan and I parent differently. Neither of us does it badly or wrong, just differently. I like routine, structure and organised play with a clear focus and objective, he likes dirty messy play without structure, and routine is what it is. Gioia thus gets the best of both worlds and benefits from our north and south approaches to raising her, we both agree though that she is the center of our universe, the peak of our moutains and the marshmellow in our sweetie pies. She knows this of course. I have learnt to love they way Johan does things with her, infact I envy him most of the time because no matter what, the fun never stops. He seems carefree with her and she responds so well to his style. It takes many deep breaths and signs from me to just let it go and not to interfere as she can get cheeky because she knows he is anti discipline and scoldings. They adore each other in such a special way that I find myself teary eyed while watching them interact, converse and frollick about. She told him the other day, in no uncertain terms, 'no more kisses Daddy ', because he plants one on her cool rosy cheek every chance he gets. Little girls and daddy's are wonderous and I cherish each and every moment we share together.
Gioia paints a mural while Johan paints Gioia, I thought not to tell Johan that the paint stains both cloth and skin, I don't always want to be the looming voice of reason, and stains come out most of the time.
Johan loves to do everything he can with Bean when he is home. Bath times are his speciality and what normally takes me 15 minutes takes him 45. He gets into the tub with her and together they wet everything that doesn't move. I wash her hair every other day, but Johan seems to like blow drying madams coif as he has been doing it daily.
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