Daddee Yah!

A working Daddee learning to cope in a big big world

You know how peer reviews are among the most respected write-ups in terms of integrity, authenticity, and recognition, in respective industries and fields of studies?

Well, for me, I think endorsements from fellow bloggers and readers are just as significant.

Fellow blogger, parent, and offline friend Moomykin has given Daddeeyah! an award!

Thanks, Moomykin, for this award! This comes just a little after Daddeeyah! blog reached its first anniversary!


The Proximidade award. It is a Portuguese word which means “proximity” or “nearness”- suppose it means this blog or blogging makes us feel close together ?

Proximidade award pic

They all are charmed with the blogs, where in the majority of its aims are to show the marvels and to do friendship;
there are persons who are not interested when we give them a prize and then they help to cut these bows; do we want that they are cut or that they propagate?
Then let’s try to give more attention to them! So with this prize we must deliver it to 8 bloggers that in turn must make the same thing and put this text.

So here are the other bloggers whom I stalk :)

  1. Since I am a Husband and Dad also
  2. Another Good Husband-related blog
  3. Toddlerdaddy
  4. Lynn Lim
  5. Derek Semmler’s The Man Page
  6. Parent Hacks! has lots of tips
  7. This Cuddly Family :)
  8. My brother’s Flickr site (I know this is cheating, but he does photo-blog somewhat with this)

Daddee got Domino’s Pizza delivered for lunch today (this was Sunday). With it was also an order of spaghetti.

Caitlin got her share of the spaghetti and got stuck into it. From what I can see she was quite happily digging into it from the start, eyes glued to the tv (we have failed in this respect of parenting in that our earlier habits of singledom of meals-infront-of-tv has now be passed onto the kids; where our fold-out pinewood tables from those days are now utilised more by Caitlin. TV, as you know, is an effective distraction tool..)

I went over to sit with her, a slice of extravaganza in hand.

Halfway into her spaghetti she looks to me and says, “Daddee, this is a bit hot…”

“Issit??” The Uh-oh’s running through my mind: Need to rush her a glass of water; replace the plate and offer her the pizza; Daddee has to be the food-disposal by consuming the left-over; the “local city-council waste management company”, if going by local vernacular..

“Ya, it’s a bit hot. But I can eat it- I’m a [nod] big girl [nod nod] now… It’s a bit hot but I’m a [nod] big [nod] girl [nod] now..”

She continues with her spaghetti, eyes back on the tv.

I can’t remember ever seeing her talk to me as matter-of-fact-ly as she did this afternoon. Straight faced, telling it the way it is.

Surprise, pride, admiration, nostalgia, sentimentalism, Please Don’t Grow So Quickly, I-wish-I-had-my-camera; all rolled into one.