Lillianisms

Lisa and I are blessed parents. Lillian Carol and Wilson James keep us laughing. This blog is our attempt to capture--to preserve--the memories we're making and the precious things are children are saying and doing as they grow.

Here are the fan favorite Lillianisms for the last couple weeks:

1. Lillian is not yet three, but she's very punctilious when it comes to using language/grammar. Wilson, who is 8 months, doesn't always enjoy getting dressed. He doesn't want to stay in one place very long. So the other day as Lisa was dressing Wilson, he was protesting by rolling around and being difficult to corral. To console him as she restrained him, Lisa was using baby language and talking in that voice that every parent acquires to try to let their babies know that the torture of getting dressed will be over with soon. She said in a baby's voice, "I sorry, Wilson. I sorry." Lillian jumped all over it. "Mommy, it's 'I'm sorry', not 'I sorry.'" Come on, Lisa. What were you thinking?

2. Last week I took Lillian to a stage production of Alice in Wonderland. It was a great daddy/daughter date together. The weather wasn't that great when we went in to see the show, and as we walked out Lillian commented that "it's quite windy out here, dad." Every once in a while with Lillian it sounds like a 30 year old adult is talking to me. I never expect to hear the word "quite" coming from my two year old.

3. When it comes to clothing, Lillian is pretty opinionated. Not picky in the sense that she wants brand-name clothes, but just very definite on the texture of the clothing and how it makes her feel. She has grown to disdain tags that rub up against her skin. She let Lisa know, "Mommy, I like to play tag, but I don't like tags." We laughed.

4. The other day we were getting ready for dinner and I couldn't find Lillian anywhere in the house. I called out. I went upstairs and down to the basement. To where in the world did she disappear? Until I opened up a coat closet. There she was. And she was holding something--a pair of scissors in each hand.

Hmm. This was unusual. Like a lamb before the slaughter, she didn't say a word. She just looked at me with her wide, irretrievably guilty eyes. And then, I saw it. One gorgeous, curly, blond lock of hair lay on the wood floor. It was Lillian's first--and surely last!--attempt at cutting her own hair.

5. Lillian understands the concept of Lisa and I being married. She gets that it's just the two of us for the rest of our lives. No others. We talk about that from time to time with her. She just smiles, looks to the ceiling and gets this slightly embarrassed look, as if to say, "Oh, that's so cute. I like that about you Mommy and Daddy."

And then one day Lillian went for the jugular. She walked up to me and said, unsolicited: "Daddy, I'm going to marry you one day."

That's all for now. I'm going to go cry now.

Love.
Daniel, Lisa, Lillian and Wilson Grothe