...at least that is how it seems sometimes. Of course, I would be referring to my dear darling little girls. Almost exactly 2 years apart, spun from the same genetic background and raised in the same lunatic family, you would think that these two could be a bit more alike than they are. But in an effort to obviously keep their parents on their toes and constantly praying for advice, God has created these two sisters to be about as different as coconuts and butter beans. The first born...the natural born-pleaser...the one who lives life emotionally. This kid is always going and always wanting to learn. One of our daily statements to her is "Stop asking so many questions!"...which totally may sound harsh...until you spend a good 8 hours with her and start uttering those same words. She has such a thirst for knowledge and understanding on how human emotions work. Yet, she often has her own little idiosyncrasies that completely drive everyone around her batty...
Then there's the second one...I don't know how else to describe her other than "SHE'S A MESS!!" In every sense of the phrase, she's a total mess. She doesn't care as much about what others think about her, and her number one thought often seems to be whether she will be inconvenienced or not...or else it seems that way. But oh.my.word. this kid is hilarious. She makes life so dang interesting! Case in point: during our weekly handshake at church on Sunday, she shook hands with a dear member in front of us and then immediately turned back to my direction and matter-of-factly uttered "You've got to be careful with this one coming up" before instantly turning around and shaking hands with an elderly and more delicate member of our church. I couldn't stop laughing...through the handshake and two days later, I laughed every single time I played that scenario in my head. This kid...she is a riot.
I informed Abby today that the student teacher who has been in their classroom nearly the entire year would be leaving after Friday, and she lost it. Like hyperventilation-style crying "lost it". Granted, it wasn't too long after we had just gotten out of watching "How to train your dragon" where she tried so desperately hard not to cry and failed miserably, so her emotions were a bit in limbo. I should have known better than to bring up the topic. While holding and rocking the tender-hearted kid, Emma walked up with her hands on her hips while shaking her head from side to side in dismay and uttered "Hmmm, someone needs a nap!" while pointing to her heartbroken sister.
Yes, I would say that these two are about as different as coconuts and butter beans. That's the only way to describe them.