It’s amazing to me how different Miss T is from AE.  Of course I knew they would be different – they are not the same child, after all – but I guess I was expecting more similarities from siblings.

She is incredibly laid-back most of the time – as a baby, he tended to be a little high-strung (now he’s the world’s most mellow kid, though).  She doesn’t mind being in her bouncy seat or on a play mat for extended periods of time – he wanted to be held CONSTANTLY.  She has been a fantastic sleeper from day one – him, not so much.  He was a great little breastfeeder and bottle-taker – latched on in the hospital and was good to go.  With her, 8 out of ten bottles are a battle of wills, and half the formula ends up on her chin and clothes.  We couldn’t break him of his pacifier habit until his 4th birthday (!), and she has to be in the right mood to take a pacifier for more than a couple of minutes.  Funny how two kids with the same parents can be such opposites.

Changing the subject to something infinitely more revolting, we had our first official Poop of Doom last night.  Miss T had been in her bouncy seat, happily dozing, when all of a sudden she woke up fussy.  I picked her up and immediately smelled why.  When I took her pants off I discovered a whole new level to the problem – massive, massive leakage.  There was poop EVERYWHERE.  Up her front, down her back, all over her leg.  It took me about 20 wipes just to get things marginally under control.  And when I tried to get her onesie off, POOP GOT ON HER FACE.  Thank god N already had the bath water ready – there weren’t enough baby wipes in the world to clean this mess up.  This episode definitely goes on my Top Ten List of Disgusting Parental Experiences.  I’m not sure who was more disturbed, her or me.  Bleah.

Parenting.  Sometimes it makes you want to puke.