Life is strange and sometimes makes little sense.
Daughter can't be without her mother. If her mother goes to bathroom to brush her teeth and daughter notices she starts screaming and runs to the door to bang on door. Sometimes I can trick her with a hug and she comes to me and then laughs when her mother returns.
So last week was the first daddy and daughter day trip. Woke her up at 3:30am and headed off to airport together in hire car while her mother stayed home. A little time in lounge, flight at 5:20am, get home so she can spend some time with parents and brother, go to GP for 18 month vaccine a little early, back home and then to airport in the evening and back to Brisbane to go back to apartment by train.
Daughter hardly cried. She comfortably sat on my lap for both flights and we looked at magazines together and she only whinged towards the end of each flight and I managed to calm her both times. Didn't sleep much and only slept for around 30 minutes late afternoon. She enjoyed the trip immensely. She loved it back home in Sydney and walked everywhere.
These are the times that matter most. The rest is to just fill in time. Still in shock as to how smoothly everything went. I'm really proud of my daughter. Think we try again Anzac Day.
