My Daddy Dressed Me for a Week

Last week James, Daisy and I headed away from the big smoke on a family holiday. Holiday? Holiday? Well, the concept of a holiday is somewhat different since Daisy arrived on the scene but James and I were determined that some rest was definitely in order.

For my husband a week away with our 7 month old was a real novelty. For me, the location had changed but the day to day was roughly the same, except I had an extra pair of hands. If you’re anything like me you’ve been the bossy wife or partner telling your other half EXACTLY how to do something. You do this mummy role everyday, so you know the exact temperature the bath needs to be and how to persuade your child to eat a dinner she really doesn’t like. I mean, you are her mum, so you know best… Well, often that may well be true (!) but if I didn’t let go of my pride and let my husband help how was I ever to get anything that remotely resembled a holiday? Plus, he is Daisy’s Dad. I decided to leave him to it. We had a few interesting moments: Husband to Daisy “I know you hate it on the cold floor, but you’ve just weed on the changing mat” and Husband to me ” Karen!!!! I need a nappy!!” One of his tasks was to dress Daisy for the week- see for yourself and judge how he did…

My Daddy Dressed Me for a Week – Photo Album

Day One – Am I a Boy or Girl?

Day Two – Bum Ruffles!

Day Three – A Breton Stripe

Day Four – Pretty in Pink

Day Five – My Off-Duty Look

I don’t think he did badly at all, in fact he gave me some much needed rest. I suppose a bit like a holiday.