One tomboy and one girly girl...

And here we have my sweet girl Hannah. {happy sigh} I adore her. She was picking wild blueberries at my FIL's house in this picture (taken earlier today). Isn't she gorgeous?

Now don't get me wrong, I adore Grace too (the tomboy). But she's too damn active to get good pictures of. Ever. So I have come to terms with the fact that I will have a bazillion sweet photos of Hannah to look at one day, and a bazillion funny, dorky, laugh-out-loud photos of Grace to look at. It's the best of both worlds if you ask me. ;)

And here we have Grace, complete in her camoflauge shirt. LOL! Ya gotta love the kid. But I assure you, if there is one thing her friends will never accuse her of, it's being too feminine. I adore her in different ways.

Which brings me to my thoughts today. It amazes me how different two children that are the spawn of the same parents can be. I mean, for the most part, Grace and Hannah couldn't be more different if they tried.

First there's Grace who prefers salamanders and bugs and riding on Daddy's backhoe. She rarely sits still, would live outside if I let her, and literally has not one single girlfriend at daycare. She has this uncanny knack for becoming "best friends" with the worst behaved boy in the class. LOL! She's extremely athletic and could probably kick my ass if she wanted to (but don't tell her that). And the child has no fear. I'm telling you, she's going to be the one that gives us heartattacks when she's older.

And then there's Hannah. She adores her dolls and we go absolutely nowhere (including into the next room) without dragging along one of her way-too-big (for her), way-too-heavy (for her) dolls... Or two... Or three. She loves all things girly, is calm and quiet (most of the time), and oh so dainty. She hates when she's dirty, is often somewhat "prissy" with her attitude, and weighs about 10 lbs. soaking (not really, but close).

So I often sit and wonder how this will all play out as they get older. Will Grace be the volleyball/basketball/field hockey star, earning varisty letters in various sports while hanging with the guys not because she's interested in them on a romantic level, but becaus the girls she knows just aren't worthy competition in those one-on-one basketball games she likes to have at the park in the evenings? Will she be hunting with her Daddy when she's old enough?

And will Hannah remain the little feminine bookworm who would rather stay inside and read the latest best-selling novel than go outside and get dirty? Will she play in the band, and be "that girl" that all the boys want to date. (OK. The one they want to screw. I can't keep living in denial.)

Only time will tell I suppose...