As I approach the 3 month mark with Twiggy and Pot Roast I am getting a feel for their personalities, moods and deciphering the many different cries they have. Boy oh boy are there differences!! The one thing I have come to realize is my darling Twiggy is challenging the likes of Diana Ross for diva status. I always knew I wanted to have a little girl. I loved the idea of raising her to be a strong, independent, intelligent woman who speaks her mind and refuses to be someone’s doormat. In other words I wanted her to be just like me! :) Well ask and you shall receive. I have a little girl who certainly knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to exercise her lungs to get it. My mother and father laugh when I tell them the temper tantrums this little girl throws. My mother says “that sounds familiar!”. My father says “it all comes around!”. Yikes.
The difference between Twiggy and Pot Roast is pretty extreme. Twiggy will fuss, scream and writhe around like she is in pain because her diaper may be a little damp. And by damp I mean barely a sprinkle. She could be having a very diva like temper tantrum but as soon as I put her on the changing table she is all smiles. Hmmmm-mmmmmm. Deeee-va. Pot Roast on the other hand could lay in a poop filled diaper all day and barely let out a peep. I think that is natures way of preparing boys for fraternity life.
My cute little Pot Roast is the complete opposite. Rarely does he throw a temper tantrum, he can tolerate a wet diaper for more than 30 seconds and displays a generally laid back attitude. Call me crazy but I swear he rolls his eyes when his sister is shaking the walls as if to say “tell me about it mom. I had to share a womb with her”. Most of the time he sits there like a little old man looking around the room. The other day set them both on the floor so I could get something to drink. When I came back Twiggy had a fist full of blanket, face beet red and getting ready to unleash her 8 pounds of fury. Pot Roast on the other hand was laying there calm as could be kicking his legs and loving every minute of it. I thought to myself a picture certainly is worth a thousand words. It also gives me a glimpse of the road ahead. I got exactly what I wanted. A feisty little girl to keep me on my toes and a cute and cuddly little boy to make me smile. And my mom and dad got to have their laughs as well. Life is good.