How fathers have fun when they stay with their children: video. good night dad

How many wonderful discoveries we have and all that: a year ago I became a householder with three children. Too long to explain.

Okay, I’ll explain: the first two were raised by my wife, I disappeared at work, then my wife’s career flooded and - bam! - the third child. My wife did not want to, I insisted; 6 months later she returned to work, with long business trips and deadlines, and I left the office, began writing from home and taking care of the children.

Although which of us is engaged in whom is, of course, a question.

eight, five and a year

We are now eight, five and a year old. A nanny helps me during the day, but at night the real fun starts!

The Great Children's Goal is one thing: keep Daddy awake. In no case, otherwise he will suddenly get enough sleep.

You need to wake up your dad regularly, for example, at midnight, at three and at five in the morning. The last wake-up is the most responsible: it is advisable to cheer up dad so that he could no longer fall asleep after eliminating the cause, and stuck at the ceiling until the very rise.

There are many ways for children to achieve this goal. For example, you can eat something inappropriate at dinner, while a lathery dad tries to shove pumpkin puree into his one-year-old sister and does not look in your direction objectionably. Raw sausages from the refrigerator or dad's cervelat from there will do - the main thing is that in a few hours, in the middle of the night, you vomit properly right on the pillow.

After that, you can cry loudly with a feeling of a well-done duty, wait until the frightened dad rushes in and continue to cry sweetly, watching him comically rushing around the room, trying to find out at the same time what happened, remove the consequences and calm you and your awakened older brother.

paaap, paaapapaa!

You can also get daddy asking for a drink. He will not dare to refuse, everyone knows that every child has the right to a glass of water!

If you have a brother, then it is more correct for you to want to drink at different times in order to wake up your dad more often. No, at eight years old you shouldn't go to the kitchen yourself to get water, you have to shout "paaap, papaaaa!" until he wakes up or until his younger sister wakes up and finally wakes up this insensitive block with her scream.

If you are a year old, then you don’t need any special excuses: you can wake up your dad simply because you don’t want to sleep. Let's say you woke up at 4 in the morning, and not in one eye - well now, lie still, or what? No. We need to act like this: we wake up dad with a shout, demand to pick him up, laugh inwardly at his anxious face and stupid questions, and then we stop yelling, smile with our full mouth with six teeth and have fun, grabbing dad by the nose and ears.

Closer to seven in the morning, you can hand over the watch to the awakened brothers, and go to bed myself. Or you may not sleep, it’s even more interesting, because then you have every right to whine and torment dad and the nanny all day, because you didn’t get off! Like this.

If you are five, then you can describe yourself and, sighing tragically, go to wake him up. Although this is not very interesting: dad learned to change pajamas and sheets without waking up.

You can also wake up, cry, get out of bed and stomp right into your parents' room, where you can tell that you had a nightmare about a huge mosquito with the head of your neighbor, Uncle Leva, and then, with every right, crawl under the covers of your dad.

Dad can resist, but not much, because dad is sleepy. And then it’s a matter of technology: as soon as the warm dad hugs you and falls asleep again, you can start kicking, take the pillow away from him, twirl around, pull the blanket off him and fold the dad’s arms and legs over his face. Until he can stand it and carry you back to your bed, but you will not even notice it, because (unlike dad) you will be fast asleep.

good night dad

And you can just take it and all three of them fall asleep soundly for the whole night. Do not ask for a drink, do not cry, do not pee, do not get into bed with dad - let him suffer, do not understand what is the matter, jumps up every two hours in horror that something has happened, otherwise why is it so quiet ?! Let him run and listen to your breathing, stand in shorts next to your beds, look at you and think about how he loves you.

More yourself, work and sound sleep. More than anything.

“Don't apologize,” Jan said with a smile. - Nice to see you fooling around. I didn't know you had it

- Well, of course there is.

“You’re so much cooler than me that it drives me into depression,” he admitted.

She rolled her eyes and leaned back on the sofa. They ate so many greasy foods that it is likely that the next round of sex should be postponed for an hour or two. “Sex is like swimming,” Jan said. Wait at least twenty minutes after eating before returning to the pool - or pussy - as the case may be.

- And how cool am I? She asked. - And in what aspect am I better? You have money, a chalet, and you know, you look decent.

- Decent? Thank you. My cock has never been this hard.

- You are welcome. Now answer the question.

Ian looked at her over his glass. He was definitely a lover of Indian ales, which she respected, although she considered it too intoxicating to taste.

“You got sexy women tattoos on your biceps like a fucking sailor. And you've got punk on your head. And you have a punk truck. And you're a welder. And not just an artist-welder, but also a real welder. This is great.

- I think you are confusing coolness with poverty. This truck is the only one I could afford. I am engaged in welding, or rather, I was engaged, because it was the only job that I could find for a more or less decent pay. I have short hair because this way I cannot singe it in the mask. And as for the tattoos ... well, okay, they're cool. Then you understood me.

- They are cool. I remember I wanted a tattoo for myself, but my father would have killed me. By the time I was old enough not to ask his permission, the desire for a tattoo was gone.

- Your body is perfect. He doesn't need ink.

- Your body is perfect. Why do you need ink?

- I wanted it. She shrugged. - No other reason. I love Betty Page. I love Rosie the Riveter. They are my support. Rosie reminds me to work hard. Betty is about playing hard. They were cool before women were allowed to be cool. And that's cool.

- Nice team - Betty and Veronica.

“They named me in her honor.

- Are you serious? Were you named after the heroine from Archie's comics?

She rolled her eyes and nodded.

- Better Veronica than Betty, huh? No offense, ”she told her Betty Page tattoo. - I mean the other Betty. And who was you named after?

“In honor of Ian Fleming.

- The guy who wrote the James Bond books?

- Somehow your dad doesn't look like James Bond.

“No,” Ian agreed. - He is the opposite of James Bond. There are no risks. There is no danger. No seduction of beautiful women. After the death of his mother, he never married. He met with some, but not much. He is more interested in my personal life than his own. I've let him send me on three blind dates in the last six months. This was probably a mistake, but I was trying to forget one red-haired welder. Did not help. Each has one date. Not a single second. Dad was even more disappointed than me.

- Who were these women?

“Just women he knew. Daughters of friends.

- Pretty daughters of rich friends?

Jan shrugged.

“Yes, sort of,” he replied. “One was a professor, the other a doctor, the other a lawyer.

“They were cute,” Ian replied evasively. - They were beautiful and funny. I couldn't help thinking about you all the time I was with them. No second dates.

- Professor, Doctor and Lawyer. And I didn't even go to college.

“It doesn't matter to me,” Jan said.

- What college did you go to? She asked.

- Spark, it doesn't matter. I don't care where you or I studied.

- I know where you studied. Starts with "G", ends with "arvard".

- Your dad is proud of his son who studied at Harvard.

- He will not like that we see each other, will he?

“It won't bother him. I mean, you don't work for me anymore.

- Are you sure?

“I'm thirty-six, Iskra.

“And you’re his only child, and you’ll inherit the entire Escher empire, right?” And you think your father won't have problems with you and me?

- Dad wants the best for me. If meeting you is good for me, then he will be glad.

- Are we meeting?

- I would like you to be my girlfriend. I wanted this six months ago. I want it now. You don't need to answer right now. I'm just asking you to think about it.

- I'll think about it.

She squeezed his hand and smiled. It was nice to do this - holding hands at the table in front of those who might see them together. Not that anyone was paying attention to them. At work, Jan had money, suits, all neat - boss - while she wore dirty work clothes, a welding mask and made eighteen bucks an hour. Such different worlds ... but not here, not now. He was wearing jeans and a T-shirt. Hair so sexy, tousled from a gray knit hat, and her hair was tousled from somersaults on the bed. They were like the people who hang out in the pub in Mount Hood. They looked like a couple. She liked it. She liked him. She had long been in love with him. It was nice that, finally, she also liked him.

The waitress came over, cleared away the dirty dishes and poured them water. Ian ordered an Oregon blueberry cobbler for two and told the waitress “thank you” and “take your time.” Iskra worked as a waitress to pay for art lessons when she was eighteen and nineteen, and has since learned to recognize people by the way she interacts with waiters. Jan passed the test.

- Have you ordered dessert? She wondered. - After all this food?

- I haven't eaten anything since breakfast. Will you help me?

“I’ll try, but I don’t promise. Why did I eat all the potatoes?

“Because they serve Portland ketchup here.

She pointed her finger at him.

- Right. Either eat the potatoes or drink straight from the bottle.

“I knew you'd like it here. Therefore, I moved here. Snow and forest, and skis, and all this boringness, which cannot be compared with it. With food.

- You're a sage, Jan Escher.

His eyes went wide.

- What? - she did not understand.

- Sorry. I still can't get used to the fact that you are nice to me. Such a dissonance.

She winked and sighed.

- Yes, I was pretty hard on you. You deserve it, but still ... maybe I overdid it a little.

“It's okay,” the man assured. He took a napkin and began to tear it into pieces. A nervous habit? She loved that she could make him nervous even after the snorting incident. - But I have to ask ... are you really leaving because you want a new job? Or are you leaving because of what happened between us?

“I'm leaving because I want a new job,” Iskra said. “The thing is ... the menorah I made for you is my first job in the last few months. I was tired of work, distracted, depressed, discouraged, angry ... I had neither the emotional nor the physical strength to do this. It's terrible to be deprived of those little things that make you human.

“I'm sorry you were in such a bad position.

- This is not your fault.

- Truth?

- Well ... not entirely yours. I would be lying if I said that the breakup is not the reason that I am in this position. But there is much more. I exhibited at the Morrison Gallery in Portland for six months and didn't sell anything. Nothing. Not that I sculpt for the money. Not in this case. The point is, when someone buys your art, it’s self-affirmation. You paint a picture, and your parents put it on the refrigerator because that's what your parents do. It doesn't matter that this is a drawing of your house, and the trees look like cat's vomit, the child painted it, which means, on the refrigerator. But when a stranger, a complete stranger, shells out ten thousand dollars for a sculpture you make, it's so cool. It's cooler than sex.

Fairy with an ax

Hello everyone!

The teacher sent a list of stationery, in it "oil pastels and ordinary" and a folder for drawing A4, yesterday they climbed the whole DM, but they did not find it ...

Please tell me where to look for this pastel and what a drawing folder is, I just can't figure it out.

Thank you and have a nice day everyone!))

Suessy sss

To daughter 6.7. She herself is not pugnacious, she can defend herself at a maximum if the offense is too strong. Yesterday we had a fight with the girls in the garden, well, how we had a fight. One daughter was holding, the other was sleeping on her head with sand. Well, the child told me this before going to bed.

In the morning I talked with the teacher, with the dad of one of the girls (coincided in the dressing room). Teacher: "Ayayay, well, why didn't she tell me right away, yes I, yes me ...," .. Well, everything, like the topic is closed. In the evening, my daughter says that I did not have time to leave, the teacher and the nanny called her a sneak in front of everyone. Well, bon appetite before breakfast. Label and teacher education are not accessible like?

In general, taking into account that two against one, I understand my child. And I had to talk about the sand theme. Or what, like, sit, be quiet. Well then, she will not come to me for protection. It was only the second time in all years that I went to the kindergarten to sort it out. Usually we just advise our daughter something when she talks. And now what to advise? They are on your head, and you are in their eyes, so it’s not okay? Therefore, I went into the garden to speak.

And tomorrow to go again, already about, sneak, talk. Or maybe it’s a real sneak, but I don’t understand that.

Larisa Ivanova

Girls, how do you take care of yourself? What is the norm for you to do every day, every week, every month? Has anything changed with age? How much are you willing to invest in yourself? Time and money?
I look at my friends - most of them are from 25 years old at least once every two weeks at a beautician, cleanings - peels - massages - injections - something else.

Nochka

Today we were told that this year they canceled the ceremonial lines in Moscow. At first, the people were so taken aback that they were not even indignant. Then questions started pouring in. Teachers cannot answer them, they themselves are upset. On Yandex they write that for security purposes.

They only said that there would be a solemn meeting of first graders and eleventh graders.

Sad. I was going to go and stand, although this is not the first time)
Lived .... What will be the next step?
How are you this year?

Charm OSV

2 years before school, they decided to send the child to kindergarten. The senior group is 5-6 years old. Immediately stayed for the whole day, several days have already departed. Now we have one permanent teacher (the second is on vacation, she has not yet been seen), the second is temporary.

The one who constantly says that ours is frightened by noise and children, does not eat certain things, does not sleep during the day (just lies still), does not say anything good. I myself observe that this teacher constantly shouts at children, this is her manner of communication. The second teacher, on the contrary, praises. She says that our daughter eats, sleeps during the day, plays with children, recites poetry. This teacher has a completely different temperament and style of communication with children (but it is temporary). These are the two opposite opinions.

Our neighbor goes to the group, so I know for sure that they are playing with my daughter in the garden (therefore, the teacher's first opinion is strange). I myself can say that my daughter can behave in different ways, depending on the situation. But why does the first teacher in a negative way expose everything, because the child got into a new team? What are your opinions on how to interact with such educators?

Lida has cerebral palsy, left-sided hemiparesis (partial paralysis of the muscles of the body) since childhood. Birth injury. The doctors' mistake, as her mother Irina says. Parents fought for their daughter's health as best they could. Lida graduated from general education and even music schools, then graduated from the Ural Federal University with a degree in economics, got a job.

5 years ago, in Nizhny Tagil, right at a public transport stop, Lida was hit by a car. At the wheel was a drunk girl, her age, without a driver's license. And in the salon - drunk girlfriends. Lida received a closed craniocerebral injury, a displaced fracture of the upper third of the right leg, and multiple bruises. The culprit of the accident was given 2 years probation. The court took into account that she is the mother of a minor child.

Lida's dad died shortly after the accident. From the worries experienced, the heart stopped. He was only 48.

Lida has been trying to recover for the past few years, learning to walk again. Rehabilitation cannot be stopped, but all family funds have already been exhausted.

A recovery course in a rehabilitation center and puncture laser thermodiscoplasty cost 270,000 rubles. Let's help Lida to fully recover!

Kind, positive, bright. She is not angry with those who ruined her life. Her favorite children's hero is Cheburashka. "He's cute and lop-eared, like me!" - Lida laughs.

She is 29. She is the second child in the family. Born on June 22 at 4 am Moscow time. " June, 22 - the date is sad, memorable. Sometime on that day, a war broke out. And for us, as it turned out, this is also the beginning of the war ... with the disease. Lidochka was born with cerebral palsy, left-sided hemiparesis. The mistake of doctors during childbirth. We noticed that something was wrong with my daughter when she was a year old. She pressed the left handle to her. We did everything we could, constantly healed her, achieved a lot and almost won, ”– says Irina.

Lida graduated from secondary and music schools in Nizhny Tagil. She dreamed of living in Yekaterinburg, where she was often taken to classes at the “Special Child” center. And her dream came true: Lida entered the Ural Federal University as an economist. True, exactly a year later I realized that this was not quite her vocation. But she did not quit her studies. Graduated from university, found a job. First, as an assistant to the administrative and financial director at the center of contemporary art, then as a secretary in an engineering company. She almost forgot that she has a peculiarity, that she is not like everyone else.

In early May 2013, Lida came to see the city competitions. And she was unexpectedly offered to become an athlete. “I then considered myself healthy and was very surprised when the Paralympic coach Vladimir Veniaminovich Alypov approached me. “Would you like to join us? - he asked. - I train Alena Kaufman (four-time Paralympic champion, winner of two crystal globes in 2014 in biathlon and cross-country skiing - ed.) ”. That name didn't mean anything to me then. I remember, I even felt offended: how did this coach “figured out” me? But I did come to him for swimming training.

- Can you swim? - he asked a question.

- Like an ax! I laughed.

After training I asked:

- Well, are you convinced that I'm like an ax?

- Worse! - the coach smiled.

And he began to teach me to swim and run, ”recalls Lida.

She fell in love with sports very unexpectedly for herself and could no longer imagine life without training. As she herself says, she got infected. And before that she was not interested in this at all, she considered herself unsportsmanlike. She wanted to learn how to paint like my mother.

2 months later, a long break came in her barely begun sports life ... Lida was never superstitious, did not believe in the magic of numbers. But it so happened that on July 13, 2013 at 13 o'clock she stood at a public transport stop in Nizhny Tagil, on Balakinskaya street. I came from Yekaterinburg to visit relatives. Only my brother was at home, so I decided to go to my mother to work.

“When I saw a car rushing straight at me, I thought:“ Wow! Like this?!". There was no fear. Only surprise. I don't remember further. Witnesses later said that I was on the hood of the car, then fell under the wheels, there I was spinning ... The car stopped, crashing into a stall. When eyewitnesses ran up and an ambulance arrived, I was conscious. The accident witness called my mother. Mom heard me screaming in pain through the phone, ”- says Lida.

She received a closed craniocerebral injury, a displacement fracture of the upper third of the right lower leg, and multiple bruises. But at the first moment I realized only that my leg was broken, I thought that it was 2 months. I didn’t know that the recovery would take more than one year.

The car that knocked down Lida was driven by a girl of the same age. Drunk. No driver's license. The car belonged to her brother. Her friends were in the car at the time of the accident. The verdict of the culprit of the accident- 2nd yes conditionally. She has a four-year-old child.

For all the time that Lida was lying on the hood in the hospital and then at home in a cast, the girl who knocked her down never came to her. Mom and mother-in-law apologized for her.

At this moment, another tragedy occurred in Lida's life. My father's heart stopped with excitement. He was 48.

Lida had to leave work. She wrote a letter of resignation of her own free will, since the sick leave had to be extended all the time, and a replacement was found at work.

“First I was treated by a traumatologist, then by a neurologist. Then the doctors said: "Everything is fine, everything has grown together, walk around." I walked around for a year, but there was no progress. We began to sound the alarm. We thought that the plate, which was inserted into my lower leg for fixation, was interfering with recovery. I came to the traumatologist, he said: "Well, let's take her away." Removed - no sense. I can't walk. Some doctors did not perceive me at all. Still, a girl with cerebral palsy comes and complains that she does not walk well. I had to prove to them: “I didn't go like that! I walked in heels! I ran!" - says Lida.

Mom took her to consultations, examinations, treatment in Moscow, St. Petersburg, Kurgan, Yekaterinburg and even China. At first, they tried to find money themselves - they took loans, friends helped. In 2015, Lida's condition improved for a short time. She was able to walk by herself, without a wand. She even took second place in regional swimming competitions among people with impairments to the musculoskeletal system. 750 m with an incomplete crawl. Rowed only with the right hand.

Lida was sure that she had climbed out, recovered, but then her condition deteriorated sharply. She again could not walk - her legs were bent.

“This is how it happened ... Our girl was unlucky twice in her life. Once due to the negligence of doctors at birth, another time due to the fault of an irresponsible drunk driver. Now the daughter's treatment is scheduled for six months in advance, and it must be completed! Without constant effective rehabilitation, all efforts are meaningless, there is a rollback and deterioration of the condition. We again declared war on disease, as in Lida's childhood. We will stand to the end until we win, ”says Lida's mother.

This summer, after another course of treatment, Lida went again. Itself. True, while it can walk for a short time - for short distances. I also found a job to my liking. “We have a section for preschoolers in the Triathlon Federation. The country is called "BegoVelia". I am there both as a judge at competitions and as an administrator of a group in social networks. Our team is wonderful, everyone helps each other! And it is very interesting for me to work with children. I will definitely not give up this area. I would like to learn how to draw and ride a bike in the future. I didn't have time to master the bike before the accident ... But my biggest dream is to start a family, ”says Lida.

In October, she will undergo another rehabilitation course in Moscow and undergo puncture laser thermodiscoplasty (laser reconstruction of intervertebral discs). The cost of the treatment Lida needs so much is 270,000 rubles. The family cannot find that kind of money on their own. Lida's mother, an artist of decorative painting by profession, had to change her job after a fatal accident in order to look after her daughter. Now she is a nurse at the hospital in Nizhny Tagil.

We can help Lida! Together.

Fund "Pravmir" helps adults and children in need of restoration of impaired or lost functions after operations, injuries, traffic accidents, accidents, strokes and other diseases, to undergo rehabilitation. After all, the most important thing in any difficult situation is not to give up. You can help not only one-time, but also by signing up for a regular monthly donation of 100, 300, 500 or more rubles.