Kissing, Cursing and Pedicures. Oh My!

Ok. We've all said it.
Or at least we've all thought it.

Kids grow up so fast. TOO FAST!

Our little one is apparently not an exception to this rule.

Let me start with what happened on Friday. (and I suppose in this tale is the thing we need to worry about the least. For now for awhile at least for a few more years.)

R's teacher said she had a good day on Friday...then followed up that comment with, "But you may want to talk to her about not kissing boys..."

After I freaked out, laughed, was able to talk to R about what her teacher said, I asked her what boy she had kissed. The conversation went a little like this...

Mom: "R, did you kiss a boy today?"
R: "Yes" (said with a big grin on her face)
Mom: "On the lips or on the cheek?"
R: "The lips" (very matter of fact like)
Mom: "Did he kiss you back?"
R: "Yes" (another grin)
Mom: "Why did you kiss him?"
R: "Because I love him" (again, very matter of fact like)

Yikes! She's kissing boys. She loves him. She liked it!

Mom: "Maybe you shouldn't kiss boys anymore at school...ok?" (in a worried tone)
R: "Ok mom." (no sweat)

If only everything were that simple.

Our next adventure of the weekend happened on Sunday evening. Jackson (the cat) and Ozzy (the dog) were teasing each other a bit. Ozzy started barking at the cat.(nothing unusual or our of the ordinary...yet) Here comes R from the other room and asks...

R: "What the h*ll is the problem with Ozzy?"

Now, J didn't hear her ask this the first time...and I wasn't sure I caught it correctly, so I asked her to repeat herself. J caught the look on my face and we both listened and caught it the second time around...

R: "What the h*ll is Ozzy's problem? Why is he barking?"
Mom: (trying not to chuckle) "That's not a nice word."
Dad: (also trying not to laugh) "You shouldn't say that word."
R: (looking very confused) "What word?"
Mom: "H*ll. Not a good word to say."
R: "Ok."

Yikes! Her first curse word. Upon further investigation, she heard it from another kid. So at least she didn't hear it from one of us. And I suppose, if you want to look at this in any way that's positive, she did use it in the correct context. So her language skills are good. Not sure if we got through to her about not using it, but we haven't heard her say it again.

Then to top off the "I'm growing up and you can't stop me" weekend we were having, she decided to give herself a pedicure. I don't know why all of a sudden she decided that she needed her toes painted, or what possessed her to try to do it herself, but she did. Now before you scold me for leaving nail polish out where a 3 year old can get to it, I will tell you that while it wasn't behind a locked and childproof door, it was in a drawer, inside a zipped up travel bag. Not out in plain sight. She opened the drawer, took out the bag, closed the drawer (so nothing in the bathroom looked suspicious) took the bag to her room, closed her door, unzipped the bag, found a bottle that she liked, unscrewed the top, and painted her toes.

Impressive eh? Not to shabby for a first attempt, not to mention the first attempt of a 3 year old! She's promised that the next time she wants her toes painted that she'll enlist the assistance of Mom or Dad, with the understanding that if she doesn't there will be BIG consequences. (and not the pleasant kind either).

J's only comment was, "She can't even color in the lines, how did she paint her toes and not get it all over herself or the carpet?"

J, I don't have an answer for that. Maybe it's that she was being careful. Maybe it's because she's a girl, and it's just genetic. Maybe it's a little blessing we shouldn't question (because she didn't get any on the carpet). Or, maybe she's "just talented like that". (reference post "Daddy's Talented")

-A