It's bedtime. Stella and I are reading a book. I'm pointing to the pictures, she's saying the words. "Shoes. Birdie. BallOOOOOny. Feather. Buff-fly. Dog. Woof-woof. Pencil."
She's focused, curious.
Where's Pearl? Come and join in for the bedtime story, Pearl.
I hear giggling. Pearl appears, her big sister's pyjama pants on her head. She spins around, falls down, then she's off again.
They share a birthday and a bedroom, but that may be about it.
Two children raised exactly the same and you still don't know what you'll get!!! Keeps you on your toes and guessing--a challenge every minute of every day. That's why I think being a mommy is one of the hardest jobs in the world! Sounds like you are doing a good job, mommy!
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Funny. Children are so different from one another (even identical twins are not identical) and sometimes it's easier to relate to one over the other. (for me that is) I remember my oldest loved to be read to and would sit still and cuddle while my daughter (whom I expected and hoped would do the same) could never sit still - I admit, it drove me a bit batty. If I were doing it over again, I'd just let her be and appreciate her strengths and work on her patience.
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