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Differences Wow. My two girls could not be more opposite. They are still both delightful little beings, but it amazes me how different they are. Today really solidified that for me, and I thought I would document it. Lili (as a baby): Awful labor Hated boob Loved bottle Loved being carried in the expensive carrier facing me Loved being on the ground and playing by herself Needed to be put down drowsy every time to sleep Hated the car Long Hair Pasty Skin Amelia (5.5 months old): Easy labor Loves boob Hates bottle Hates the expensive carrier and facing me Loves the cheap 20$ carrier facing outward Hates being on the ground, and will likely never crawl. She just wants to stand. Is happy being put down wide awake for sleep Loves the car Short Hair Olive Skin Similarities: Adorable […]
My daughters remind me of Thanksgiving dinner. Yes, that’s right. My beautiful little girls remind me of mass quantities of food. You know that feeling you get about 15 minutes after the final bite of pie that you knew wouldn’t exactly fit in your already stuffed stomach? That ‘I’m about to explode, have to unbutton my pants, and pray I don’t spew chunks’, feeling? Virtually every night when I’m putting my daughters to bed, and their pretty little eyes are gently closing, breathing slows, and bodies relax I get that post-pie feeling. Except, it is in my heart, not my stomach. I feel as if my heart is going to burst any second. Just, about to explode with the overwhelming feeling of Love. I recall a comparable feeling when I was early on in the months of dating my husband. I knew it was love then, and I know this is […]