My oldest is an angel. She is sweet, loving, and will forgive you for anything provided you give her enough sugary dessert options. With the arrival of our son, I was expecting a similar temperment from him. I could not have had more opposite kids.
As an infant he was more demanding. Cried more, and seemed to be judging you. He would defy reason. Screams that were so alarming that we had a sitter call and ask me to come home because she was convinced he was crying in pain and she was unable to console him. He was a calm baby if I was around, but he would torture anyone else.
Fast forward to toddler years. He is a sweet boy, in general. Hell on wheels, but in a sweet way. He is on the go non stop, and in turn makes our awareness levels on high alert 24/7. Its exhausting. When a baby becomes mobile, you childproof the house. He seemed to take our safety measures as a challenge. The outlet covers were like flying projectiles for his amusement, the baby gates a mere nuisance in his plot of destruction. Cribs were trampolines, the stairs amusement park rides and we never knew what level of terror he was going to unleash on us. Yellow? Orange? Is orange even a threat level? Or do we go right to red alert, all hands on deck-the boy has lost his mind.
We are lucky that our oldest is a reporter. She does not engage in the said destruction, nor does she attempt to prevent it. She will walk calmly up to you, almost bored, and say," You better come and see. He is being really dangerous." And you run around tbe house to find what disaster awaits. Did he color the dog again, the walls? Maybe he just ate the markers. She will follow us as we race to the scene, and only answer the exact question you ask and not a piece of information more. She will watch our reaction, and then counsel our son afterwards. "Mama gets scared when you climb the outside of the stairs. It's really dangerous. You don't want boo boo's do you?"
Speaking of boo boo's, he has incurred 3 while typing this.
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