So different...

Okay, so even though Grayson has always been a handful in the emotional sense (had terrible colic as an infant, started tantrums before he turned one, and is the king of whining and screaming when he wants something/doesn't get his way/just feels like it), he's never been a wild animal. I have never had to worry about him getting into things he shouldn't in the house or wandering off in public. He just wasn't interested in checking out the kitchen cabinets or climbing on furniture, and he's always stuck by my side when we were out in public. It was pretty nice, to tell the truth...

Until now---my darling little angel daughter who is almost always happy, smiling, and quiet, is into EVERYTHING! She is constantly pulling things out of the kitchen cabinets, putting everything in her mouth (I found an acorn AND a penny in her mouth a few weeks ago!), trying to climb out of her highchair and has now started climbing onto furniture. I walked into the playroom the other day to see Emma Clare standing on the train table---something that has never, ever even occurred to Grayson. And what did he do when he saw his baby sister standing on the train table? Climbed up there and joined her, of course! Who knew that a one-year-old could teach an almost three-year-old naughty tricks? 

My friend Christie thinks it's hysterical because her daughter, Sanders, is the same age as Grayson and has always been the more adventurous one. I never quite understood the stress she has put Christie through until I started dealing with my own wild child. I know that she's only 1 and these things are pretty tame, but after seeing what all Sanders has gotten into over the past few years I am already preparing myself for Emma Claire... :)