By his third day of life, Mr. Graff and I got hints of Rae's character---and it was intense. LIke intelligent puppies that need constant mental stimulation, Rae needs to be on the go, all the time, or he starts eating slippers and chewing holes through the walls.
Then along came Joe, with his long, full lashes and Popeye sized arms, we sensed he would be our gentle giant. The nurses all referred to him as their "little gentleman". So polite, even while so needy.
And for most of their lives, that has been our perception of our children; one intense, the other gentle. And for the most part, that holds true.
A recent family prayer changed my perceptions. I held Joe on my lap and Rae kneeled beside us. Mr. Graff offered the prayer. Joe reached over to Rae to poke him and giggle. Rae scooted away. Joe gestured bigger and giggled more. Rae starts giggling. We can't hear Mr. Graff's words. They giggle louder.
What happened to my polite gentleman?
Turns out that he is a giggly instigator, a fitting accomplice to Rae.
Oh Dear.
*These pictures are from over a year ago, but they explain my babies so well...
