I always find it fascinating that having two babies is like having your very own in-house study on differences in normal development. Two babies, growing up at the same time, with the same parents, in the same in-utero and post-utero environment, can still demonstrate the full range of “normal” (or abnormal, of course).
Generally speaking, Daniel tends to do a lot of things before Rebecca. Who on earth knows why, but there it is. He’s bigger, he pushed her out of the way in-utero to become baby A and greet the world first, and he seems to want to continue that trend.
What’s funny about that is the way he seems to leap-frog Rebecca on things. She seems to take her time, mastering each component of a new thing before putting it all together. Daniel will do none of these small steps, but as soon as I think Rebecca is going to do some “big” thing first, he jumps right over her and does it all the way. Is he watching her, figuring it out? I’m a little skeptical. But you just never know.
Case in point #1: rolling over. Rebecca was rolling from her back to her side for nearly two months while Daniel lay contentedly supine. Next thing I know, he’s rolling back to belly, and she’s still stuck on her side! Not for long, but still, Daniel got there first.
Case in point #2: language. Rebecca has been blowing raspberries for quite some time. All day long, thhhppphtttt. She thinks it’s hilarious, especially if you do it back to her. Daniel? No interest. Then, he gets two teeth. Suddenly I start hearing this quiet ttthhhhh coming from him. I suppose he’s trying to do Rebecca’s raspberries. He does that once or twice, and then, suddenly and clearly, that sound became a “d.” Just to prove his point, all day long yesterday, it was dadadadadada… Not to anything or anyone in particular, but honest-to-goodness babbling!
He definitely showed interest in sitting before she did, as Rebecca would not bend in the middle for a while (just wanted to be standing, thank you). But she has caught up quickly, and they’re both making rapid gains in how long they can sit unsupported. Next up? *gasp* Crawling. Oh my lord, my house is so far from babyproofed. As soon as we start to see them itching to move, it’s going to have to be some major rearranging in my living room. I’m in no rush for that one!
















There Must Be Something Wrong With Me
So, I’m in Whole Foods today around lunchtime. I felt the need for an outing, the kids had just eaten (mmm, oatmeal), and I needed to replenish my smoothie-making supplies. Off we went.
The kiddos did great in the double snap n go. Rebecca had fallen asleep in the car and stayed that way for a while. Daniel was awake and quietly watching everything go by. I meandered around the prepared foods section until I decided on something for lunch. We got the occasional comment from other shoppers, nothing unusual. Mostly people saying things like “aren’t they sweet.” Very nice.
I pay for my stuff, and sit down at a table to eat my lunch. Rebecca quietly wakes up, Daniel is still just hanging out. It’s a good day, clearly. So why did I suddenly feel so snarky?
As I got up to leave, a woman sitting across from me sort of stopped me and said, “you’re wonderful!” Is it bad that my initial (internal) reaction was, “um, do I know you?” She was very nice, complimenting me up and down about how wonderful my babies are, and how I was clearly doing something right. What the hell is wrong with me that this annoyed, and almost offended, me?
I’m sure it stems from a number of things. The lingering bouts of low self-esteem from high school? Sure. The mental bruises I still have from the many days that are not nearly so good? Oh yeah. I think there’s also a sense that so much is luck and temperament and circumstances, that I’m hesitant to take credit for when things go well. Maybe because I also fear being blamed on the days that they don’t. But I seem to have this weird twin-linked chip on my shoulder.
At any rate, this nice woman was just trying to compliment me. And I recognized my snark as it was happening and tried to keep it in check. No need to be rude to someone who is being nice to me. I think I really need to work on this shoulder chip thing, and just bite my tongue and say “thank you” when someone says something kind and well-meaning.