Abby’s eyes are a mystery to me. Some times they look blue/grey. Sometimes they just look grey. But on St. Patrick’s Day, when she was wearing green, they looked a little green! That shouldn’t surprise me because Nat’s eyes look green when he wears green. 
If you look closely, she has brown flecks in her eyes which is kind of cool!
There’s no mistaking this boy’s eye color! 
Sometimes I wish Abby got the blue eyes too. I feel horrible about that and I don’t want her growing up being envious of her brother so I will be conscious of how I talk about it. Sometimes when the light hits Adam just right, his eyes are gorgeous and I feel bad that I don’t feel that way about Abby. I want to erase that last paragraph because I sound like a horribly petty mother! While I’m being honest, are there any other moms out there who compare their kids without meaning to or wanting to? I always figured I’ve love each of my children exactly the same and I’d never compare them, but it’s hard! They are different. How can I expect to love them the same? Sometimes I feel like my first love was Adam (aside from Nat of course, but a child is different) so I’m learning to love someone else for who they are. For instance, Abby is being defiant lately and I’m having a hard time because Adam is rarely that way, even during “the terrible twos” so she is driving me crazy and I don’t like the fact that I don’t like her some times. She’s only 13 months old for goodness sake! I think having an abnormally good natured child, (for the most part, he definitely has his moments!!), first has caused me to feel resentful towards a more fiesty, independent child. And really, I have no idea who Abby is yet. But that scares me. What if I don’t like my own child? What if I’m forever comparing her to her brother? Why on earth am I verbalizing this to my family and friends?? :)
This post really was going to just be about Abby’s eyes….I have no idea where all the deep-seeded feelings came from! Maybe because she has started yelling and screaming and throwing fits and I find myself wanting to lock myself in my room to get away from the sound. Or the realization this morning that if she doesn’t want to take a cup of milk from me, she WILL NOT do it. Until I leave the cup on the coffee table for her to sip at as she sees fit. Then she will drink the stinkin’ cup of milk. But because I want her to? No way. Or maybe because a very dear friend has a 3 year old who scares the living daylight out of me because I see her struggle almost daily to handle her and I’m so scared that that will be my future.
Any words of wisdom? Please?? In the meantime, I will go to bed and hope that tomorrow will be better. We’re going to a little “Bug Bash” play date so that should be fun!
