When you have one child, you've got noone to whom to compare -- that is until you go to your playgroup and some kid swats her on the head and you think to yourself after mentally swatting him back "I've got a good one, alright."
But then when you have two, the questions never end -- "Does he look like his sister?" "Is he like Quinlan?" "Does he act like her?" And honestly, I never wondered if he'd be anything like her. In fact, when it came to the sleep department, I was hoping he'd be the polar opposite and, you know, SLEEP.
But on most days, I see their obvious differences. She being pensive and serious, and he being laid back and jovial. She being light and dainty and he being about has light as a large bag of rocks.
But both their smiles and bright eyes warm me. Their penchant for each other's company even now is uncanny.
Their faces. My love.
Different but the same.