Sophia and her moffa

When Sophia was born I saw a side of my father that I had not seen before, he was absorbed with Sophia. The first days of Sophia's life my father called every day, sometimes several times per day, to ask how Sophia was doing, he was not asking how his own daughter was coping or his son in law, only Sophia mattered. If he was in Helsinki for business he would do his uttermost to be able to drop in on Villagatan just to take a peek at our little princess. My father did not mind getting up at 05.00 if I was staying with them, to entertain Sophia, they would lie on the living room floor together and my dad would mimic with her and show her things to keep her happy, and she was. The whole diaper changing business etc. was not something that my father was very keen on, he always left the room, although he did bring out the smelly diapers. I could really sense how he could not wait for Sophia to get a bit older so that they could do more interactive things together, something that I, on the other hand, was not really looking forward to, considering that many of the things my father endeavor may very well include some kind of adventure that I would not approve of. Many were the times when my father wondered out loud when he would be allowed to hang out with Sophia on his own, without my HAWK eyes. Well last Sunday that moment finally came (actually it came once before when Hendrik and I went to Boston and my mother unexpectedly had to go to a funeral in Stockholm, so my father flew to Helsinki to pick up Sophia from daycare and brought her home, cooked her dinner etc. but that is another story). My niece was going to have her first communion and I as the godmother was asked to be present during the blessing in church. I realized that bringing Sophia to church for 2 hours was not a good idea and my mother wanted to attend the ceremony as well, with Hendrik in Helsinki, the only option left was that my father would look after Sophia. In the morning of D day I had planned to dress Sophia in her "party clothes",  eat breakfast with her and pack our suitcase since we were heading back to Helsinki after the communion.  Sophia REFUSED to wear any of the clothes I had brought with me for her to wear at the "after party" and she had a major tantrum. My father managed to calm her down and she ate breakfast on his lap. I left the clothes behind and told my father to try to get her to wear one of the two outfits at some point. My mother and I left a happy Sophia and a happy moffa, moffa reading his newspapers and Sophia watching one of her many DVDs. During the ceremony I kept thinking of things that could be wrong and sent several sms messages to my father 'make sure Sophia does not hit her head when you put her into the car', 'the wet wipes are in the toilet downstairs', 'remember that you have to feed her around 11.30' etc. At the after party I was anxiously awaiting their arrival, and arrive they did,  Sophia sleeping in the car with the same stockings and shirt that I left her in, plus shoes and jacket. For 30 minutes my father had tried to convince her that she should get dressed, she refused. When my mother and I left the house my dad was still in his PJs, so he also had to get dressed, he left Sophia playing in the living room and went to get dressed. After a while Sophia walks in and says 'how are things going in here?' ('hu gå de här'?) and had very strong opinions on what moffa should and should not wear. They had had an excellent time together. The night before as moffa was reading Sophia a bedtime story, she patted him on his arm and said 'my moffa' ('min moffa') to which I said 'but it is also the baby's moffa' and then Sophia said 'no, buy a new moffa for the baby' ('nee, köpa ny moffa åt babyn'). I am afraid that as Sophia grows older she will realize just how adored she is by her moffa and will definately use this to her advantage and that is ok. I will be ok with my father babysitting again since he did follow all my instructions and really did try his best to make Sophia wear what I wanted her to wear, he failed but so did I.  My father is very capable of taking care of Sophia for a couple of hours, maybe even a day, but it will take loooooooong before I would dare leave him in charge for more than that, there are too many things that he simply does not think about.