Norway celebrates Father’s Day on the second Sunday of November. For me, this is my first Father’s Day where I am at the receiving end (although L-Jay and Lilu did surprise me with breakfast in bed on Australian Father’s Day in September). It feels different – I guess I’m still getting used to being called “pappa”.
Lilu has started to say “puh-puh-puh-puh” and I guess she is referring to me. The rest of our conversations normally consist of grunts and squeals, but hey – she’s only 11 months and already walking! She has been saying “mamamama” for a long time now, so it made me feel extra special when she started saying my name. Or title.
L-Jay keeps pointing out the fact that if we had lived in an English-speaking country, Lilu would have been saying my name much earlier. This is because Lilu was saying “duh-duh-duh” before “puh-puh-puh”. L-Jay found the “pappa” thing a bit odd at first, since a “papa” in Australia is an old pizza baker and not something you call your father (but she’ll get over it…)
Since we’re on the topic of language differences: in Norway, a “dadda” is a nanny. So I think “puh-puh-puh” was worth the wait.