In Which I Remember

Tonight, I am up late with Rock Star Baby. She never sleeps. Or at least, never when I want her to.

I've read all the awesome sleep baby books, listened to all the advice from mothers, grandmothers, internetsavvy moms, helpful childfree readers.

I still come back to my instincts. I know that if she naps during the day, she'll be up most of the night. I know I'd rather stay up with her whispering "SHHH!" as she echos it to her crying for a half hour as I rub her back. It's not for everyone. I know that. In fact, I'm pretty sure I wasn't even like this for Kid.

I try, really really hard, to not compare her to Kid. But it happens. Where Kid was docile, amicable, pleasing, Rex is most definitely boundary pushing, pleased with herself, onery. Rex wants to laugh, have fun, be made to laugh, while Kid wants plans laid out, organization to happen, schedules to come through. How can you compare such night and day personalities?

I always wanted a houseful, kidded about having 20 kids. These days, I'm learning to be content with my two completely opposite kids. Loving their differences, loving the bond that's so apparent between them. They are all I need.