It was nice to pick Alexis up on Friday and know we had the whole weekend together. She'd lost her energy over the week , and I feared she was getting sick, but hopefully a big cuddle and lots of sleep would help.
On the way home, she fell asleep, so I let her have a little nap at home on the sofa. The week had shattered her.
I found a barbie film to watch with her later as Michael was staying with Ashton, and locked up as we weren't going out again.
I made us some carbonara, and at the sound of cooking, she woke up. I put her on my hip and kissed her head as I stirred it around.
"Did you have a nice nap?"
"Good. How are you feeling?"
I chuckled and sat her on the counter so that I could dish up our food, and then we sat at the table.
"I love this food dad,"
"We'll have it another day then,"
"Is it grandma's recipe?"
"Mine," I said, tickling her tummy, "I can cook too,"
"I know! But grandma is usually the one with good food,"
I scoffed and she giggled, taking another huge bite.
"I love you so much. You are so smart, and funny,"
"You are a good dad!"
After tea, we got into pyjamas and we laid in my bed, curled under the duvet with some chocolate buttons.
"I love Barbie films," she smiled, "thankyou dad,"
"I thought we were due a film ay? Perhaps we should make it a thing,"
I started the film and kissed her head, not minding about the film because it made her smile and giggle. Every so often, she took some chocolate buttons, but she was mainly nuzzled in my chest watching the film.
"Dad, my dance starts tomorrow,"
"Dance and acting, and singing!"
"Triple threat ay?"
"I'm not a threat dad, I'm kind,"
"It's just a saying for people who are good at all three! Shall we get you to sleep love?"
I brushed her teeth, then my teeth, and I tucked her into bed before climbing in myself.
"I'll see you tomorrow," I said, "sweet dreams,"
As I was falling to sleep, she started mumbling in her sleep, so I put my arm around her incase she was having a bad dream. She didn't wake, so I let myself sleep.
In the morning, we woke up when Michael arrived home, Alexis having a little sniffle, and being quite hard to wake up. It wasn't very pleasant, but she had been surrounded by new people and new germs all week at school.
I gave her some medicine and we ate some breakfast, then I put her in leggings and a top for her lesson. It wasn't entirely dancing, but she was very excited for that part.
"Are you sure you're okay? You can go next week,"
"Yes. I want to go,"