It's been quiet on the homefront this weekend. Jorma was out of town all last week, which I didn't mention on the blog, because of well, stalkers... duh. When he got home he was anticipating squeals of delight, and a high pitched dadadada coming from the child with the chubby legs racing across the den towards him. Which is what he gets daily when he arrives home from work.
So certainly after being gone for five whole days, Connor would be thrilled to see him. Instead, when they first saw each other, Connor was like, "Dad, It's SO GOOD to see you. Let me go and get this new toy to show you." No squealing or running, just a heyhowyadoin and off to find a toy.
Connor has since made up for this mostly by being extremely cute and charming, randomly throwing himself on Daddy and lying on the floor doing the dada chant in homage.
The dada chant sounds like this:
dada?dada!DAda.dada. I-Yi-I-Yi-I-Yi. dada?
And it's pretty damn amusing. It's his way of saying, Daddy is home and all is right with the world.
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