One of the things I love about having four boys is watching the results of their very different personalities. In my B.L.B. (Before Little Boys) era, I had no idea how different little boys with the same genetic material could be. It's interesting to see how it all plays out. I made cheese enchiladas for dinner recently. They were hugely popular. Dinner conversation:
Sunbeam: Mommy, you're the bestest cook I ever had.
Realist: Well, probably there's a professional cook somewhere that's better than you.
Contrarian: I think Nana's the bestest cook.
The sunbeam had to go to NICU right after he was born because he didn't cry much and had fluid in his lungs. The contrarian flipped upside down at the last minute, and I had to have a C-section. The realist wants to be a boxer when he grows up because that way he can fight (passion of his life) and not get killed...
Still, I want to be careful that I don't cling to my perceptions of them. The realist spends most of his play time (and almost all of our grocery store time) pretending to fight imaginary bad guys. The contrarian pats me on the head every day and tells me I'm a good girl. And the only child in my house who is stubborn enough to spend an hour in time out because his stomach hurts too much to apologize is the sunbeam.
As for the baby, when I'm in a more philosophical mood, even his tantrums are cute. The outrage here is because I blocked the stairs. Yes, these are the same stairs I block every day. Really, the level of rage he can summon over things that happen to him daily - diaper changes, gated stairs, closed doors, clothing changes, naps - is amusing.