I am so intrigued by the difference in the personalities of Cadence and Clara. They are being raised in the exact same environment, by the exact same people.. yet they are so incredibly different. TJ made mention the other day of how Cadence never drew on anything other than paper, but Clara can't be left alone with a crayon. Clara can fall on pavement and not shed a tear. There's a chance Cadence will cry if there is a hair too close to her. They are so different.
Cadence has always been dainty, precise, girly and clean. I remember at Cadence's first birthday party Jess wanted her to dig into the cake with her hands, and Cadence didn't want to. She wanted to take small, reasonable bites. Well, even at that time before Jess was into photography she knew that cake on the face made for a better one-year-old photo. Jess put Cadence's hands in the cake and on her face. Clara, on the other hand, somehow gets cream cheese on her forehead when eating a bagel.
Santa laughed at Cadence when she told him what she wanted for Christmas. Here is this four year old, sitting on the lap of Santa.. the person who she can request absolutely anything from.. a pony.. a real camera.. a mystical unicorn.. and Cadence asks Santa for organizing bins. Ya know.. so that she can organize her toys. She is her mother's daughter.
Clara wants rings. This sounds girly until you see Clara with her rings. She has more rings than any girl needs. This is because she puts a ring on every single finger until they resemble brass knuckles. It's hilarious. My mom says that Clara reminds her of me when I was little. That sounds about right. I have never been girly. I can play the part.. but it's not me. I wasn't even able to comfortably wear dresses until about three years ago. I felt like everyone noticed that I was out of my element, and that I should put back on my jeans and t-shirt.
Seeing the extreme difference between Cadence and Clara makes me even more excited to meet the twins. What will they be like? I can't wait to witness their personalities. I not so secretly hope that I rub off on all of them. Then I will have a small, sarcastic army of mini-me kids. This might be TJ's nightmare, but I like to think that I am rubbing off on TJ as well. I mean.. he does tell me that he loves me now.. which is a big step up from 'thank you'. The first time I told TJ I loved him as I was leaving his response was 'thank you'. It became a long running joke with us. However, it does get confusing when I really just want to say thank you.