Writings of a teachermom, choosing to stay home with her kids, while loathing all domestic responsibilities! In late Aug. 2008, I was diagnosed with Triple Negative breast cancer. After surgery, chemo and radiation, I was given theall clear. However, in the late summer of 2008, I was diagnosed with a brain tumor, which metasticized to other areas.

Thursday, April 26, 2007

My Venn Diagram

I used to think that Cameron and Max were just alike. They looked alike a birth, they were both very active and rather determined babies.

But now I see them as very, very different.

When Cameron was a baby, he only wanted me. But now he only wants his dad.
When Max was a baby, he was drawn to his daddy, but now he prefers me.

Cameron goes to sleep 2 minutes after I tuck him in.
It takes Max 2 hours before he’s snoozing.

Cameron is a very, very picky eater.
Max will eat anything you put in front of him.

Cameron refuses to take any kind of medicine…except for bubble gum flavored Motrin, but NOTHING else.
Max will slurp down anything…and ask for more.

Cameron, as a toddler, was very independent. He insisted on dressing himself, putting on his own shoes, zipping up his jacket, clicking and unclicking himself in his carseat.
Max insists I do everything for him.

Cameron was very concerned about pleasing me. If I said to him, “That does not make me happy.” He’d correct the behavior and say, “Now are you happy?”
Max could care less whether I’m happy, sad, laughing, crying. It doesn’t change his behavior.

Cameron used to bolt in stores. I’d look down and he’d be in the next aisle, or hiding within the clothes racks. He thought it was so funny.
Max likes to stick close by.

When I used to ask Cameron who was in charge, he’d respond with, “You” and do as I asked.
When I ask Max who is in charge, he responds with, “Me” and continues doing as he pleases.

The epitome of their differences occurred this morning. I actually decided to get up and take a shower…wash my hair even…before the kids got up. Just as I was pouring on the shampoo both boys came into the bathroom.

Cameron was smiling and happy, “Good morning Mommy!” he said cheerfully.
Max on the other hand had nothing but a scowl on his face. He stared at me for a moment, then marched to the shower door, opened it and said, “Get out the shower mommy!” “Excuse me?” I responded in disbelief (once again)at his tone. “Get out the shower now!” he continued. “Max, shut the door! It's cold. And water is getting on the floor!” “No, you get out the shower!” he screamed in this very demanding voice. Then I had to listen to his screaming rants for the rest of my shower. When I finally did step out, he latched onto me, hugging me and wouldn’t let go!

I wonder where Ella will fall into this behavior spectrum.

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At 1:24 PM, Anonymous dana said...

Cari...I think Ella is going to fall more toward Max's traits because she is much closer to him....and you know what they say...you become more like the people you spend time with.

At 11:29 PM, Blogger Caro said...

My son finally quit screaming at the door every time I took a shower, well mostly. :)

If I could lay him in bed and he would go to sleep in two minutes flat, that would be heaven.


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