She's onto something

A little note....my daughter may be a genius. I can't be sure yet, but by what came out of her mouth last night.....well, I have to give her props.

Lilla proclaimed last night: "Girls are nice, and boys are grossy!" Not really sure where she heard this or how she came up with it......but yep, that pretty much sums it up. =) Now, of course, her father was a little sad because he is after all lumped into the grossy bunch, and we tested them all. Daddio, Papa, Grandpa, Simon, Avery, Jo-jo, Uncle Tom, Uncle Mark, Uncle Brian, Ogiba, Patrick, Ryan, Bjorn, Liam, and the other Simon (from daycare)......all boys, all grossy. There are no exceptions. Being on the nice side of this equation, which I'm betting that I will not be here forever......I will relish in it now.

I'm more or less writing this down, so that when Lilla turns into a teenager who thinks boys are the end all of everything, I can remind her.....at one time, you thought they were gross. =) And in other times in your life that you can not foresee.....you may think they are gross (for brief truly boy moments) again later. Of course, I will also tell her how wonderful they (boys) can be.....but that's a whole other post for the very distant future.....for now....gross.

And it wasn't even me

This will be short, but I had to blog about Lilla's first swear word. First of all, I am a pretty bad potty mouth. I try to be good around my daughter, well and most people, however, I slip....and a lot, which usually gets me "the look" from John. Right, I know....I shouldn't swear....ugh.

One morning this week, we are getting in the car to start our day. Drop Lilla off at daycare, drop me off at work, John drives to work....that's our routine. Most mornings.....clockwork. Well, on this particular day, our neighbor was getting some landscaping done and I noticed that there was a rather large pick-up truck parked directly at the end our driveway, not blocking, but it was RIGHT there.

So, we're all loaded in, John starts backing up, I look back and I see we are less then an inch from side swiping this truck, to which I turn to John and say something to the effect of...."stop! You're going to hit the truck." John, doesn't even hesitate, turns around and says "well, I can't see a God Damn thing!"......to which Lilla replies, (in her sweet little voice) "I can't see a god dammmn thing." (when Lilla tries out a new word, she elongates the syllables....making it more funny). HA HA HA HA, I really couldn't help but laugh. John, knowing the second that he said it, looked down, horrified.

So, it turns out John was the one to introduce swear words to our daughter. On the scale of 1 to 10, I don't really count what John said as "that bad", maybe a 3 or 4. It could have worse. If it would have been me driving, it would have been worse. And, to ease John's guilt, we haven't heard Lilla use this term again....but it's there....just waiting, I can tell. =)