Day fifty four

Day fifty four

It started off Ísabella and I spent some time before going for the fourth day at play school, I made her some porridge, while it was cooling down I put her in clothes and then it was cool enough to eat, she ate the whole portion 🙂 Then me went to the play school, she was funny, just taking turn staring at the 3 teachers in the room, so I stayed for a few minutes just to let her feel good 🙂 Then I kissed her goodbye and went. Is it strange for a father to miss her and feel sad letting her go? Or is it normal? Some people would say that only happens to the mothers, but I do get their feeling having difficulty letting her go. Maybe I am strange feeling that way, I don’t know. I had 3 hours to spare and I decided to listen to music quite loud, I’m not sure if people in the block were happy with that 🙂 It was a mixture of (the prodigy, Metallica, Korn, Rammstein) I cleaned in the kitchen while listening, it felt good 🙂 Aneta doesn’t like when I listen to music loud so I used that time to do it 🙂 Then at 12 I picked Ísabella up from the play school, she was still eating, she was turning to look at the kids so she didn’t notice me when I came in, but once she saw me she broke into tears, I love the happy tears 🙂 But she was still eating really slow, they said she was just putting little bits into her mouth and taking her time 🙂 It was fish mashed with potatoes, she likes that, I tried to give her a little, but if I would wait until she finishes then I would be there the whole day waiting 🙂 Then I cleaned her face and hands and we went home. I put her straight to sleep when we got home, she fell asleep quite fast. She slept until around 15:00 so I made her something to eat for lunch, she ate nearly the whole portion, at the time she was eating Alexander came home, we went together to pick up Viktor from play school a little earlier than usual because today we celebrated Alexander’s and his friends’s Teitur birthday (with his class mates). It started at 17:00 so we had to hurry a bit up to make it in time.

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