I used to never let Salvatore eat popcorn until he was 2. Even then, I broke off the crusty kernel piece so he would never choke. This was nearly impossible to do in the pitch black of a movie theater.
With Valentina? She ate popcorn, crusty kernel and all, for DINNER the other night. DINNER.
I used to freak out when Salvatore screamed, cried or whined in the store or bank or wherever we were. I would get so embarrassed and immediately decide if I had to firmly discipline or just bolt.
With Valentina? I couldn't care less. Really. I have not only finished shopping while she has a fit, but have continued to finish the rest of my errands, dragging her to multiple more stores.
I used to always wipe Salvatore's mouth and make him sit in his high chair for the entire meal and blah blah blah.
With Valentina? She is the messiest eater and I literally hold her out for Benedict to lick her clean. And she hates her high chair now. Most meals are in our laps or while she runs around the living room.
Salvatore, I am so sorry if I screwed you up by being my first born.
Valentina, please don't grow up to be a wild gypsy.
(She climbed up on the table to help herself to David's soda and Salvatore's cookie)