The Native has said before that he wonders if our children’s personalities will mirror the way in which they entered the world.
The Duchess entrance was a dramatic dash to the hospital where, when she finally was pulled out by ventouse, she let the world know how unimpressed she truly was.
The Duke arrived determined, quickly, but in a calm, serene environment with no assistance. I worried about how he was doing because he didn’t cry, he just sweetly stared back at me.
At 3 months old as he digests more of what is going on around him, it’s so interesting to see the dynamic between them grow and evolve.
She so desperately wants a friend and playmate in him. She asks me to talk for him. She tells me about what he will do with her when he gets bigger.
He so desperately wants to know what she’s doing and will crane his neck and back and limbs to get a glimpse. She knows. She likes it, too. She’ll take her things and sit down quietly next to him, not always pulling him into whatever game it is that she’s playing, but letting him know that she is there.