Ada is a very orderly child.
She lines up her crayons and markers.
She takes duplo blocks and books and makes trails around the room, in long lines.
Azita is… not.
Ada likes to wear gloves. Azita likes to wear mittens. I don’t think she likes the time it takes to make them comfortable, but Ada, with her little fingers, doesn’t mind and it takes longer.
Ada has always been very independant while awake. Very happy to play with her sister or by herself. She seems very thoughtful and gives people lots of eyebrow-furrowed looks. You have to try to ‘read’ her.
Azita would nap well, on her own, for several hours. Ada, at times, still wants to be held while sleeping, and she just turned two. With one, I got free time while they slept, with the other, I got free time while they were awake. Ada napped in my arms for the first year, at least, and with me close by for the next year.
I didn’t mind indulging those differences though. It makes them who they are.
The more I struggled to get Azita to play on her own, the clingier she got. I had to give her what she needed.
The more I tried to get Ada to nap without me close, the more she woke up. I’d even get up with her, deciding just to wake her up because I had things I needed to do, and she’d stay asleep in my arms, even with her sister and the TV and me talking and not trying to keep her asleep. Or she would wake up and be so cranky I wondered why I ever minded lying down with her.
Azita enjoys art, but with someone doing it with her, me or other kids. Ada will happily draw for an hour, on anything she can.
Azita didn’t snuggle with Payman much for the first two years of her life. She was too busy clinging to me.
Ada started crawling over to his side of the bed at night sometime after she turned one.
Azita, as a baby/toddler, would nurse anywhere, anytime, anyhow.
Ada was only interested in nursing at night or naptime, and only in the quiet dark bedroom, not even in the rest of the house. Azita nursed, cozied up in her sling, while I waited in thelong and noisy registration line at UNC-Pembroke! Then I was there holding a sleepy baby, and someone came and moved me to the front of the line!
Ada is orderly, thoughtful, trusting, and introspective. She just expects me to intuitively know when she needs to use the bathroom or wants something she can’t reach.
Azita is loud, throws toys all over the place, and gains her energy from other people.
Introverted and extroverted have to do with where you draw your energy from, from inside or from other people, at least according to Mary Kurcinka in “Raising your spirited child”.
Seems to be true. Ada draws from within, Azita from others. That is why Azita can be more draining and jumps on Payman the minute he gets home.
I love the differences between them. I never knew that would be my favorite part of having two. I am constantly saying things like “Azita didn’t do this. Ada does that.” I’m in danger of comparing them, which you aren’t supposed to do, right? But I think I’m just observing… not comparing (hopefully) in the way of saying one is better than the other.
And now, Ada is sleeping late. She’s such a crankopotamus when her sleep gets all disturbed and out of patterns, like it has been with me renovating the bathroom (the reason I haven’t made a blog post in over a month). Azita could just roll with it. She could nap from 4:30 to 7:30, severals hours too late, and still wake up and go to bed at about the right time. Not Ada!
Azita taught me the most about myself emotionally and capacity for my priorities to change.
Ada taught me the most about myself physically and capacity for understanding of what is healthy to change. The second one sounds less profound, but is actually more work.