They couldn't be more different. Even from the womb. Delilah my "head down ready `to rock and roll" baby to Cecilia my "lets do summersaults up until the last minute breech" baby. One blonde, the other bruntette. One loud, one soft.
I often wonder if my toddlers wise ways lately will rub off on her sister. Is this her personality? Or is this who she is? A manipulating comedian who begged through her baby monitor to "Go potty PLEASE!! PLEASE PRETTY PLEASE". This was at 10:30 at night. She should have been slumbering. But instead she tried to find anyway to get out of her princess bed. Did I mention she wants nothing to do with a potty during the day? Spouting tears and shouting " I don't WANNA!" until her face turns red, should you mention "potty".
Yes, this is our little sassy one. She has been heard using the phrase "dam-it" in the most appropriate way.
"Delilah, your shoe is untied"
"Dam-it!"
And then she will look at me with these sly little eyes. Wondering of she has gotten away with such a mouth, or maybe she is looking for the reaction? Either way, my own trucker mouth has permenant tape on it.
I wonder what Cecilia will be like. Could she follow in her punch drunk comedian sisters footsteps.
Or will she remain soft and reserved and sensitive. Cooing at what is silly, sensitive when things go haywire.
These two may look and act very different, but a few things are for certain. They are beautiful gifts from god. They complete me. They are everything I ever prayed for and then some. They are beautiful and together they are ours. Our two beautiful (and silly) babys!