With Heather and her college friends up in San Francisco visiting Jackie!, Annie and I had ourselves an incredible father/daughter weekend!
Saturday was St. Patty’s Day, and since I am a quarter Irish and Annie is 37.5% Irish (sheesh…that took some math) we had to do something fun. I put Annie in her Muppets sweatshirt that prominently featured Kermit (because my little 37.5% Irish baby had to wear green) and headed out for Coldstone Creamery. Annie was pretty excited:
At the ice cream shop I ordered us an especially large treat, you know, on account of it being St. Patty’s Day.
It was wonderful sharing our ice cream, especially since Annie was big enough to sit in her own chair and use her own spoon. It really drove home how much of a little girl she’s become.
On the way out of the mall I saw that “The Lorax” was starting in a few minutes at the movie theater. Since Annie had been so grown up at the ice cream shop I threw caution to the wind and took her to see it. Annie had been to a couple movies before, but both of those were in nearly empty theaters, and this one was packed. This made me worry she would make too much noise, but thankfully she did well and quieted down whenever I shushed her.
There was one funny thing that happened though. At one point the theater was totally silent when a gloriously orange, Dr. Seussian landscape filled the screen. Annie, upon seeing this, interrupted the silence by letting out a loud “WHOA!!!”, and the entire theater burst into laughter.
That night, as I put Annie to bed, I asked her if she remembered being at the movie. She nodded and said, “Yes. Dada say “Shhhhh.”
Annie was even more excited the next day because it was her friend Reilly’s birthday party! Annie had talked about the party all week, and practiced singing “Happy Birthday” every chance she got. We even sang it non-stop on the drive to the party, and she sounded great, if I do say so myself.
The party was held at an art studio for children, and the kids were given carte blanche to create whatever they wanted. Annie drew for a bit, then made a beeline for an easel and started painting.
While Annie LOVED doing this, I was less enthused because it meant I had to stand inches away from her the whole time poised at the ready with wipes in case she got paint on her hands or face (which was often).
I called this piece “Meditations #4”:
My influences? Basquiat, Picasso, and Elmo.
Annie is clearly one of America’s finest abstract artists.
Annie only stopped painting when Reilly’s mom, Tara, announced that it was time for cupcakes. Annie looked up at me, excited.
“Sing song? Sing song, Dadda?”
“Yes!” I replied as I set her down next to the other kids. “It’s time to sing the song!”
I stood back, anxious to hear Annie sing the song she had practiced so hard, but once everyone began she froze up and sat in silence. When the song ended and she realized she’d missed her big shot she immediately broke into tears. Luckily, her tears only lasted a second before Tara brought out the cupcakes, and Annie remembered the thing she liked more than singing the birthday song – eating cake!
When Heather got home that night Annie gave her a big hug and told her all about the things we’d done together.
“Wow,” Heather said. “Sounds like you and Dada had quite the weekend.”
I smiled and nodded. We certainly did.
Lynn from For Love or Funny says:
So, so sweet. Reading Mike’s take on his weekend with Annie brought a huge smile to my face.
Oh Mike. 1/4 Irish and you call it St Pattys?!? The 1/4 Irish in me is cringing! St Paddy! Paddy short for Patrick, Patty short for Patricia.
Now I’ve got that out of my anal-retentive system.
I love this story of Daddy weekend. Kiddo is lucky beyond words to have you as her dad!
P.s I want that icecream!!!!
Mike you are a wonderful Dada. How I wish that there were many, many more like you.
This is a cute weekend! I especially love the painting party, Annie’s hoodie, and how she loves spending time with her dad.
I also came here for the same reason as Becca, but see that everything’s been taken care of. BTW, Paddy comes from the Gaelic version of Patrick, Padraig, lest you think we Irish just put any old letters in there. I guess the equivalent might be that a man named Nicholas would go by Nicky (and so could a woman), but you wouldn’t really spell his nickname as Nikki – leave it to the Nicoles!
You guys are a GREAT Family!!! I adore all of you!!!
Daddy weekends are the best!!
This made me smile, remembering all the weekends I spent with my dad when I was little. We went to a lot of nature centers, and there was a park nearby that would hold ice cream making events where we could make our own ice cream in an old fashioned hand churn. I thought it was the coolest thing ever! You should totally try making homemade ice cream with Annie sometime- I bet she would love it! (Can you tell your picture made me hungry for some ice cream?)
Alexandra :) says:
You’re an amazing dad, Mike
Sonya aka Glam-O-Mommy says:
You are an awesome Dad, Mike. Sounds like the perfect weekend.
you are a fantastic dad, Annie is one lucky girl!
Sounds like an awesome weekend! My 3year old has that muppet jacket too. I was forced to buy it when standing in Target she found it and said ,very loudly, “OH MY GOD! It’s the Muppets!” I love the Miss Piggy shirt it came with. She did not wear it Saturday though. Instead she wore her green “Kiss Me, I’m American” shirt.
We have not yet went to see the Lorax. I want to take the kids soon though.
Sounds like you two had a lovely weekend together. I love weekends like those. As she gets older she will surely cherish the memories you two are creating!
Jay- The Dude of the House says:
I have my first solo night with the Little Dude coming up and am a little nervous. Still haven’t taken him to a movie in a theater yet b/c I think he’d lose interest before too long. Or maybe I would.
Sounds like a perfect weekend. You and your girl
Doesn’t get much better than that. I love Annie’s masterpiece and use of color.
My dad and I had a dad-daughter this past weekend, too! However, ours involved drinking beer and watching copious amounts of college bball and some hockey. While we might do different things for daddy-daughter weekend now that I’m a full-fledged 30 year old adult, can’t sat I cherish the memories any less. Here’s hoping that you and Annie continue to have awesome daddy-daughter weekens for many more years to come!
This post makes me sad that my kids’ dad bailed on being a dad to them when they were very young and is only very marginally in their lives to this day …but….makes me very happy for sweet Annabelle! Your love for her is so huge and your dedication to being a great dad is lovely to read about. Way to go, Dada!
What a perfect weekend. I love Annie’s art.