I have found myself constantly comparing Natalie and Everett. It started early in my pregnancy. The two pregnancies were so similar: no morning sickness, breakfast binges, watermelon and pineapple cravings. I often wondered how similar the two kiddos would be... I was also convinced because my pregnancies were so similar that Everett was a girl. I could not have been more wrong!
Now that Everett is on the outside, I still find myself comparing them: their likes and dislikes, their sleep habits and facial features and expressions. I swear, if you put a bow on Everett and took his picture, you wouldn't be able to tell which of my sweet babes it was! I compare eating habits and appetites, first foods and favorite foods.
I find that I am remembering things about Natalie as a newborn that I had completely forgotten about, like how she would sleep with her arms above her head in her little touchdown position and how she very quickly took a loving to her paci (something Everett didn't do until almost 3 or 4 months). Her bedtime routine was so different than his - she loved to snuggle in for books before going into her crib awake, he likes a bottle and to fall asleep being held. They crawled within weeks of each other - Natalie hitting the milestone first. Neither of my babies enjoyed tummy time; however, Everett had the advantage of tummy time with his sissy and I loved to watch her cheer him on. He took to it much faster than she ever did.
His milestones almost seem bigger than hers because he is the last and because he has her watching. I love how excited she is for him when he does something. She is his biggest fan and I absolutely love what a little mama she has become. Natalie loves talking about her milestone moments as we discover Everett's and it is making me see her in a new way. She has grown up on me so much in the last year and I was just not prepared for it, at all.
I know there will come a time when the comparisons will not be so innocent and I will have my children forever rolling their eyes at me, but, for now, I will soak in these tiny firsts for the last time and remember the first firsts while I do.
Photos by Liz Hough Photography