Lily called her Dad totally on her own for the first time last week! I was rather proud of her...except perhaps for the reason for her call...

She was mad and being disobedient to me and going to him to complain and see if he would give her a different answer. He, of course, is a better dad than that. I knew what she was up to. I was nursing the baby and Lily was supposed to be in time out, but she stormed upstairs and got the phone and dug out a business card of Mike's that he once gave her. I heard her dialing, but just waited and listened to see what would happen - I didn't want to interrupt dear Sierra. It took Lily a couple of tries before she got through, but she remembered to dial the 1 and as I was sitting downstairs I could hear her side of the conversation to her dad, and then his as he got out of the car out front. I was a little too happy that she managed to make a successful phone call to be annoyed. (We didn't have to dial so many numbers when I was a kid, so I was impressed.)
Sometimes I let Lily call her Dad in those situations just to let her get that confirmation that yes, she does need to listen to me and yes, her Dad would tell her the same thing...but also to give her practice using the phone. I've been telling her the numbers to dial for some time, or explaining how she could find her Dad's name in the phone log of the phone or the redial - because he's pretty much always the last person I've called. I figure if she has some experience with the phone it could help in case of some emergency. She doesn't
only call him when she's mad at me. Usually it's just to see how he is and when he is coming home. One time she left him a message to bring her donuts when he came. He did. She's pretty good at leaving a message. She sounds just like a grown-up...but with a cute kid voice.
"...so call me back when you get the chance - talk to you later!" The funniest thing about this story though is that after Lily hung up with her Dad - she raced downstairs to tell me that her Dad was coming in to talk to me, and then all excited with herself - she described how she called him from the card she had and that if you don't dial the 1 you get Dr. Chu's office. ...Somehow something in the message you get if you don't dial the number right sounds like "Doctor Chu" to her. I listened to the message, but couldn't see where that came in :)
I think one of the funnest things about being a parent is seeing things through a child's perspective. Lily gives me the impression that she understands so much more than she
really does because she listens to everything and she puts things together
really well, but much of the time she's just saying stuff she's put together from different things she's heard that she doesn't really understand the meaning to. Sometimes it can be pretty comical, and sometimes pretty embarrassing. We don't know where she gets some of the stuff she says. But it's always so fun to hear her different little turns of phrases...
She's determined ever since I can remember
and in spite of our corrections to end her prayers with a "Hey men." One time after church she told me she learned about the "grass plates". She still loves eating out at or playing that she's running a "Resternaut." She's a big fan of "fruit cottontail" - especially the maraschino cherries :) When things are going a little slow she says: "This is born."
I wish you could see and hear her talk about how something is so "fashiony" or this is "stylier" than that (with the little flick of her hand.) The other day she ran into the kitchen with the flag from her big wheel saying excitedly: "Look, Mama, I poisted my first flag!"

I get frustrated with her daily, but she is truly a delightful little girl. I'm so grateful for the opportunity I have to be her mom and get to know her so well. Sometimes I think she may turn out to be more like me than I think, and maybe we butt heads as much as we do because we are so alike, and both stubborn. When I was a teenager I remember having this kind of personal revelation that since all people are children of God, brothers and sisters, that when I became a mom I should remember to treat my children as my equals, not like I was above them even though I was older and raising them. It's hard to find the right balance of how to be a great parent. I want my kids to love me and grow to be close to me, but I know as I teach them they won't always like me or what I have to say, and I won't always go about it quite right. I want to be their friend, but it's also my responsibility to be their parent. Even though I know more than they do (now) I think I treat them with more respect and patience when I remember I'm their sister, not just their mom, and that someday they will most likely be smarter than me. It's tough not to go into (a somewhat bossy) mom-mode and never come out -- I find myself giving instructions and warnings so much of the time. My favorite times with (my one talking kid) Lily are when we get to really talk and listen to each other. Need to figure out how to create more opportunities for those good conversations.