OK, if you've happened to stop by the Queen Mother's Petite Realm in the past 24 hours or so & have read the comments on her Pink, Pink, Pink post, you may think I am completely full of myself. Yes, I did comment that I was the "perfect" child, but that is not something I came up with on my own. Busha (the QM's mother) is the one who told me I was perfect.

Apparently I was a very content and calm baby. I was obedient even before birth. I slept through the night early on. I was happy to sleep in any situation. I took a bottle when needed. I was social. I was happy. I was good.

Busha had one week of vacation to take for my birth. My parents were in Bible College a good drive (6 hours, I think) away from her house, so she scheduled her vacation for the week I was due. Now I may mix up a few details, but you'll have to forgive me, I wasn't around then. I think Busha got to the house on Saturday, she told me, "OK, Baby, Grandma's here. You can come now." Sunday was my due date. Early Sunday QM went into labor.

As it was her first birth, and Busha was from the generation that was unconscious for all their births, QM went to bed. She's said many times she's pretty sure this slowed her labor considerably. I was born at 1:44 am on Monday morning...an hour and 44 minutes after my due date...see, obedient from the get go.

After that I was an easy baby. I was an easy toddler. I was an easy kid. I guess they figured all babies were that easy, so they had Bubba. He proved this theory wrong from the get go. He was almost frantic in utero, he was colicky after birth, he was a wild man from day one. They used to joke that that's what happens after you have "the perfect child."

To be honest, I stopped being "perfect" about the time I hit high school. But then don't we all? Guess I was saving all my angst for later in life.

Now, at our house, it was a little different. We thought we had the perfect baby when BabyGirl came along. We thought she was easy. We had nothing to compare her to. She wasn't colicky...so she was easy, right? Well, no. She woke up every 1-2 hours for MONTHS...like 9 or 10 months. She was very clingy. She wanted to be held all the time. She would have nothing to do with anyone other than Husband and me until she was almost 3. We went on 3 dates (without her) between her and #1 Son and I was panicked all 3 times because she was so attached to us. She would scream if MIL held her. She would scream if I left the room. But since we didn't know any better, we thought she was easy...then came the boys.

#1 Son was much more social. He made friends easily. He didn't like Wal-Mart, but didn't mind people talking to him (BabyGirl wouldn't stand for it). He took a bottle and weaned easily from nursing. He took a paci and slept better than his sister (although he still got up at least once a night well into his second year).

Of all the kids, B.B. was the most laid back baby. He was the only one who would lay in his play pen in the living room and watch the lights across the ceiling. He would go to anyone. He would set in his bouncer seat or lay on a blanket on the floor and watch his siblings play and listen to the world. He wouldn't take a bottle, but would go longer without nursing than the other two.

Now he's our wild child. BabyGirl is strong willed in the extreme. #1 Son is ultra sensitive. I cannot wait to see what this next one will be like...but I can't help but stick by my mom in this. It would be nice to have a little me around here...in looks and behavior. BabyGirl & B.B. look just like Husband and #1 Son looks just like my dad (which means he looks like me too, but I'd like a girl to look like me).