If the anecdotal evidence poured into our ears by our friends as we prepared for child #2 was to be believed, Edie was guaranteed to be the polar opposite of her brother - destined to be completely chill, to enjoy entertaining herself for hours, and to be potty trained by week 2. Of course, our friends are all drunks, so it was not at all surprising when Edie turned out as a 150% more hyper version of her already insane brother.
But then something happened. The ship turned. Or maybe our memory of Finn's maturation is faulty, but she is now totally happy sitting in the corner by herself, eating rocks and writing on the wall with crayons.
Maybe she developed self-reliance when we weren't looking. Or maybe she developed it because we weren't looking.
It's not perfect. Like I said, she draws on the walls, the furniture, me and Kitty, and the cats - which was a habit Finn never picked up - and she does it while staring directly at us, and smiling. So, while she's cool hanging out by herself, she's also kind of a jerk. But a confident, self-reliant jerk - the world will be her oyster.
At daycare, Edie has two little friends, both born within a month of her. Her daytime Mommy informed us the other day that she is now the "ringleader" of this tiny little adorable gang.
That is an absolutely terrifying prospect. My daughter is turning into a Heather.
I wonder if she'll be sitting in her college dining hall, throwing whatever food she doesn't like onto the floor while staring her dining companions dead in the eyes over threats of "time-outs"? Or still be expressing her feelings in a reasonable and measured way, by punching the guy who lovingly picks her up at the end of a long day directly in the face?
Actually, as long as that guy is no longer me, I might be ok with that. You go, Edie.