The truth about cats and dogs

on Jan 18 in General by

When Amy was 18 months old she used to spend her days sitting on the rug listening to harpsichord music and crocheting elaborate tapestries. She would pause only to take a dainty sip out of a delicate bone china tea cup or engage in the occasional swoon.

Of course my recollection may be colored faintly by the rosy mists of time, but I’m pretty sure that’s what happened.

Evan, on the other hand, spends his time launching himself off various items of furniture and playing a game where he finds out how many things he can smash in one minute, then tries to beat that number.

If Amy is Pride and Prejudice, then Evan is Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Crockery Cupboard.

I don’t know if it is the gender difference, the fact that he is the second child, or just contrasting personalities, but Evan is quickly teaching us that just because we’ve had one doesn’t mean we’re dab hands for the second.

And do you know what? I love it. Just like I love my gentle, tentative daughter, I love my rambunctious and adventurous son. It doesn’t get much better than this.

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