Boys and Girls are in fact, very different.

When we found out we were pregnant with a little girl,

I was of course over the moon excited.

On top of buying toy cars, 

we would also be buying baby dolls

(and cute little tutus and bows)

But,

how much different can being a boy mama be

from being a girl mama?

Well,
I'm here to tell you

that IT IS very different.

In fact,
my husband and I
find ourselves telling each other on a daily basis
how different aidan and haylee are from each other.

Aidan has always been an "easy" baby

so to speak.

Never really fussed,

and pretty much slept through the night by

the time he was four months old.

He has never been interested in picking up

small things off the floor

and putting them in his mouth,

or try to shove things in an outlet.

We could have totally gotten away
with not baby proofing the house.

He is very laid back,

and does have his moments when he likes
to be rambunctious.
But for the most part,
he tends to just go with the flow.

You can pretty much give him

a stick and some dirt

and it'll keep him entertained for hours.

And then,

there is haylee.

This little girl HAS to know everything.

If she finds something on the floor,

she NEEDS to know what it is by putting it in her mouth
or by trying to shove it into an outlet.

The ornaments on the Christmas tree?
yeah, about those.

 Well, they are pretty much gone,
thanks to little miss curiosity over here.

NEVER
 leave hydrocortisone cream
or diaper rash ointment within her reach,
because she will get it and eat it.
Along with baby wipes.

I have to constantly
pull her away from the trash can
because she likes digging in there for things.

And don't even get me started with the temper tantrums.

This little girl is the queen of temper tantrums.
When she can't have something,
she will throw herself on the floor,
kick and scream,
and will stop for a second
to look back at us and see if we are listening.

Could it be a girl thing?
Maybe.

Since we tend to be more open with how we're feeling.

I have also come to realize,
 that my husband and I are the same way.

He doesn't care about finding details
about certain things.

I, on the other hand, do.

I have to know what happened,
when it happened,
and how it happened.

Maybe that's why he tells me
that women are crazy.

Before,
I would have to told him
"typical thing for a guy to say."

But now that I have a daughter,
I'm starting to believe it.

Sometimes I find myself asking him
"how do you put up with me?" ha!

I guess it takes to have both a son and a daughter
to realize all this things.