Grapes and Watermelons
When you have two children, comparisons are bound to happen whether you want it or not. In that vain, I figured why keep those pesky little comparisons in my head. Why not send those little buggers right out into the world for everyone to nit pick! The one mitigating factor here is parental senility. I'm having a hard time remembering exactly what Lauren was like at 3 months old, but I have some general notations that I think hold.
For starters, Eric gives a lot more smiles. He even laughs! Just look him in the eye and give a little song and he'll respond with a gummy smile to melt even the most hardened heart. The best is when he giggles. He gets all arm-flaily and feet-kickey and gives the most wonderful little giggles. My mother likes to say Lauren is intense, she focuses on one task and does it. Eric is Mr Happy-Go-Lucky. Whereas his sister will say, I want to go to the park NOW; Eric is "Hey dude ... whatever ... it's AAAAALLLL cool".
Next, Eric is ginormous (thanks Websters for letting my use this word legitimately now). Lauren, at 2.5 years old, weighs about 27 lbs. She's always been a tiny little thing. Eric, on the other hand, weighed in today at a hefty 16 lbs 3 ounces and he's only 3 months old! I'm going to have a 1 year old son outweighing his 3 year old sister. Oh well, guess I can use him to intimidate the boyfriends who come calling. Lord knows I won't be very intimidating when her boyfriends (ugh ... what a horrific thought!) have to crouch to see me eye-to-eye.
Lauren hated pacifiers with a passion. Every time we tried one, she would immediately reject this obvious trick and demand whatever it was she originally wanted. Eric not only takes a pacifier now and then, he's started finding his fingers to suck on. More importantly, he recently found his thumb.
I just need to remember that while comparing isn't bad, it's best not to do it too often. Otherwise, you'll refer to your petite daughter as Veruca Salt and your son as Bill S Preston, Esquire. Or, you'll refer to them as a grape and a watermelon. I'm pretty sure therapy is in order if that one is used too much.
For starters, Eric gives a lot more smiles. He even laughs! Just look him in the eye and give a little song and he'll respond with a gummy smile to melt even the most hardened heart. The best is when he giggles. He gets all arm-flaily and feet-kickey and gives the most wonderful little giggles. My mother likes to say Lauren is intense, she focuses on one task and does it. Eric is Mr Happy-Go-Lucky. Whereas his sister will say, I want to go to the park NOW; Eric is "Hey dude ... whatever ... it's AAAAALLLL cool".
Next, Eric is ginormous (thanks Websters for letting my use this word legitimately now). Lauren, at 2.5 years old, weighs about 27 lbs. She's always been a tiny little thing. Eric, on the other hand, weighed in today at a hefty 16 lbs 3 ounces and he's only 3 months old! I'm going to have a 1 year old son outweighing his 3 year old sister. Oh well, guess I can use him to intimidate the boyfriends who come calling. Lord knows I won't be very intimidating when her boyfriends (ugh ... what a horrific thought!) have to crouch to see me eye-to-eye.
Lauren hated pacifiers with a passion. Every time we tried one, she would immediately reject this obvious trick and demand whatever it was she originally wanted. Eric not only takes a pacifier now and then, he's started finding his fingers to suck on. More importantly, he recently found his thumb.
I just need to remember that while comparing isn't bad, it's best not to do it too often. Otherwise, you'll refer to your petite daughter as Veruca Salt and your son as Bill S Preston, Esquire. Or, you'll refer to them as a grape and a watermelon. I'm pretty sure therapy is in order if that one is used too much.
posted by Eddie at 15:49
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