Grabby Grabberson

Lily is such a good baby. But so so different than her big brother was. So different. How can two different people BOTH be good babies? I'm just lucky, I guess.

Andrew was THE MOST laid back baby ever. After he ate, I could do anything to him. Cut his nails, pick at his ears, you know, all the "mommy-monkey" grooming activities. He could have cared less. Andrew loved to lounge on us. He'd just hunker back in our laps and lay there for hours...reading books, talking with us...you name it. He was huge and smiley and lazy and social and gigantic and hungry and just generally a happy little guy.

Lily (whom Andrew now exclusively calls "Lillian"), is a busy-body. She NEVER relaxes on our laps. She is always straining to sit up away from us or twist her body around. No grooming with this girl...unless she is zombified by the tv. Books? You've got to be kidding. No way is she going to sit still long enough to read a book. She is very happy...as long as you don't treat her like a baby. No cradling, no cuddling. Face her out so she can be part of the action. Don't you dare leave her alone in a room...she wants to watch what everyone else is doing. This girl has been ready since day 1 to grow up. It makes me sad. I want her to be a baby...I love babies. Lily wants to be a big girl. Screw this baby crap. Andrew looks like he's having a ton of fun...and she wants a piece of the action.

HOWEVER...she isn't rolling over, propping herself up on her arms during tummy time, or any other various advanced physical activities. She fully expects her servants to keep her up to speed.

The one area that she is way ahead of Andrew is her hand-eye coordination. This girl can grab! She spies something she wants, and first try she's got it in her hand. She has gotten food off our plates, toys, Andrew's hair, Shadow's tail, etc etc. Beware of Grabby Grabberson! Just when you think she's calmed down for a minute...she will grab something away from you (or a body part--Ouch!)