My Little Guy is crazy. Just crazy. He has no fear, no hesitation, and thinks he's actually 7 years old instead of 18 months.
He will try to do physical things that challenge My Big Guy. Oftentimes he'll succeed, but he attempts them with zero fear or concern. Running down the slide at home? No problem, bring it on. Jumping off an ottoman? Please, that's easy. Climbing on top of the table in record speed? Piece of cake.
I can't even remember how many times I've turned my back on him for a second only to turn back around and find him standing on something he shouldn't be, beaming with pride at me.
Seriously. He got himself up there in the time it took me to pick up a cup.
When we go to the park, I actually have to stay near him because he thinks he can just jump off the playground equipment. He tries to do things that even My Big Guy wouldn't attempt.
He's also just a walking disaster. Yesterday we were at my in-laws' and he was standing in the middle of the kitchen when he just fell down. No reason. While I was typing this up he came into my office, and when I turned to say hi to him he was on the floor with his feet in the air rolling over because he fell. No reason.
He's a deadly combination of clumsy and brave.
I put him to bed the other night and he woke up with a black eye. What the hell kid? How the hell do you do that IN YOUR BED? Did you blankey attack you? Did your stuffed animal win the fight? I don't even know, but I also know that only My Little Guy is capable of accomplishing something like that. Of course he was completely unfazed about it.
I love how determined he is though. He wants so badly to be a big kid. He'll try to climb the rock wall thingy at the park and get so frustrated when his little arms and legs just aren't long enough to do it. He will keep trying to get himself up on something no matter how many times I tell him no, or even physically take him away from it. He just doesn't give up.
He's also emotional, but has a very quick recovery. There are no long, drawn out fits with this one. He screams, gets his point of "I am not happy!" across and then moves on with his life. It happens fairly often throughout the day, but it doesn't last long at all.
At the same time, he's a sweet caring boy. When My Big Guy was upset the other day, My Little Guy found My Big Guy's cup of milk and kept trying to give it to him to make him feel better. There was nothing cuter than an 18 month older holding a cup out saying, "Milk! Milk! Milk!" while trying to comfort his older brother.
He's basically an out of control roller coaster and we love him. He's fun, he's exciting, he's funny, he's smart... He's wonderful.
He's his daddy's son.
My Big Guy is the complete opposite. He's calm, he's careful, he's precise, he's controlled.
When we're at the park he will stand and look at something for awhile before attempting to climb on it. He will need to throw a couple things down a slide before going down himself. He needs to know what's going to happen before he tries something. He needs a little encouragement to try new things, unlike his brother who will throw himself down a giant slide head first.
My Big Guy has always been very controlled and precise in his movements. When he first climbed out of his crib it was very calculated and in control. He knew exactly what he was doing and every movement was thought out.
He's very neat. He doesn't like messes and will openly tell you that my husband and My Little Guy are messy, but that the two of us are not.
He's a helper. He regularly gets upset because he hasn't helped me enough in a day, or because I'm doing something he can't help me with (when moving furniture a couple months ago I had to stop to tell him it was ok that he couldn't help me carry a bookcase up the stairs, he wanted to so badly).
He likes this to be just so. You sit there, I stand here, this toy goes here. Ok, now we can play. He's my little OCD baby. I can relate.
The handiwork of My Big Guy.
My Big Guy is also very very sweet. If he sees someone who's sad, he'll ask if they're happy and if they say no, he'll smother them with love until they say yes, they are now happy. He's very concerned whenever My Little Guy is hurt or upset.
When we took My Little Guy in for his 18 month checkup, he of course got some shots. My Big Guy was very very concerned about his well being after these shots. He kept trying to kiss the owies, and generally make My Little Guy feel better after his traumatic experience.
My Big Guy holds his emotions in (again, I can relate). I can see him controlling it, and holding it in, and then eventually when he does lose it it's intense (see yesterday's post about 45 minutes of screaming due to Fireman Sam being over). He's a control freak, even with his emotions.
He's his mommy's son.
It's interesting to see the two of them interact. They're learning each other's buttons and how to play together in ways that they both enjoy. My Little Guy has stopped being so destructive and is starting to be more careful. My Big Guy is more willing to try new things after seeing his little brother attempt them.
Much like with my husband and me, they're starting to balance each other out and help each other with things that are hard for them.
I can't wait to see how their little personalities and their relationship develop as they get older.
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