...that is the only thing that my boys have in common.
I could have never imagined how different brothers (let alone twins) could be.
Hunter has mastered sitting up (thanks to those who voted in the poll), but he has no desire to learn to roll from his back to his stomach. Heath, however, can roll down the hallway if I would let him, but has no desire to sit up.
Heath would love to lay on the floor all day and play with the toys or just stare at the ceiling fan. Hunter will only sit on the floor if I sit there with him and would much rather be in his bouncy seat.
Heath when he is tired, will lay in his bed, then gently fall asleep, Hunter hates going to sleep and fusses every time.
Hunter smiles and flirts with everyone he sees, Heath is very serious and will study someone very closely before he smiles at them.
Heath loves anything spoon fed, Hunter loves his bottle.
Heath loves his paci, Hunter could easily do without it.
I could go on and on. They are two very different boys, but both of them manage to steal my heart a little more each day (in their own special way, of course).