Looks similar, tastes totally different

When Ben and I first started dating, I was mad, mad, head over heels crazy about him. I felt like the luckiest girl in the whole world to find him. He was the best thing ever, the most handsome, funny, talented.. you get the picture. Ever optimist that I am, I kept thinking "This is so not gonna last. Normal people like me never get this lucky."

I know, Miss Positivity right?

How could I possibly find someone so great, so incredibly wonderful who was as crazy about me as I was of him? And in San Francisco? Unreal, unheard of!

And then... a few short months later Ben was accepted into Graduate School. In Chicago. Two thousand miles away. I thought, "Right, of course. This is the end I was expecting."

But strangely, it didn't end. We were in love and we decided to continue on together. Several plane trips, many ridiculously expensive phone bills and 12 lonely months later, I joined him in Chicago and we've been happily ever after since then. Especially after we both decided to stop being vegetarians, but I'm getting away from my real point which is..

Oh my gosh this little girl, she is wonderful. So sweet, such a delightful baby. I keep knocking on wood, throwing salt over my shoulder, whispering how great she is in fear that the evil tree spirits will hear me and jinx my child. I know it sounds silly but dude, the little elves are sneaky and I fear them.

Already I'm terrible and awful, comparing Georgia and Nate. I don't mean to but it just happens, like "This little angel here? Hasn't used one burp cloth since we brought her home. Nate was going through two or three a day!" Or, "This one, she only woke up twice last night! Her brother wasn't doing that until he was six or seven weeks old."

I can't help it though, the experience I'm having this time around is a world of difference from last time. While I strive to emphasize that last time wasn't bad in anyway, just more exhausting, scary and sort of mind draining but very happy none the less. Happy in a more stressed, tired sort of way really. I know a lot of this newfound peace and harmony (and less crying) has to do with this being the second child, experience speaks volumes and yadda yadda yadda. No really, it is huge, especially for me since I'm particularly inept at doing things the first time. Tthis time around, I feel like I'm present enough to really enjoy everything instead of worrying all the time.

But then also? She really is such a different personality, a way more laid back and mellow version of babyness than I'm used to.

And while I'm cautiously framing every sentence in terms of "for now..." or "so far" just in case she decides to wake up one of these days exhibiting all the fussy baby habits that I'm used to,

for now, I'm really enjoying this very sweet baby.