Boys. Boys. Boys.
I love my daughter. She is the most amazing human being, child or adult, that I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. She just plain rocks. I could go on forever about why I admire and respect her already and she's only seven. I often say I hope when I grow up, I'm just like her.
But OMG when it comes to parenting, my boy is just easier. Tori needs constant physical, emotional and academic challenge. Lucas is so laid back. Give him a new box of Legos and you won't hear a peep out of him for a week. He likes sports but if it's not soccer or basketball season, he's cool with just playing with toys at home. Tori can't handle that. She falls apart. It's hard to explain but we have to keep her little brain busy all the time. And so there's swim team and dance company and academic quizzing and piano lessons and constant trips to the library for more books and play dates and... Yeah.
As a baby, Tori came out screaming and didn't stop for seven months. Lucas was much better. He was fussy but compared to Tori, he was a breeze. Lucas potty trained himself "Dipies for babies. No more!" At 28 months old. Tori refused to talk until she was 2.5--she could, she just wouldn't. She never babbled "mamamama". It was pretty much one day just "Hey Mommy, I want a sandwich." Oh that child!!!
And I realize that these personality traits really have nothing to do with gender but assuming my girls would have Tori's traits and my boys wouldn't, give me boys every time. Tori is amazing, but she is exhausting. I don't know if I have the physical or emotional stamina for another Tori, let alone twin Toris!!!!
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