Peanut put her hands on her hips, pursed her lips and stared me down as I assumed the same pose. We were about 20 feet away from each other, having a stare down in the backyard. The husband came around the corner of the house and said tentatively, "Why do you guys look exactly the same?"
The next morning, the husband was in charge of getting the girls dressed. I gave him a quick briefing of options available and went downstairs. Upon a return trip to our room, I found Peanut pointing her finger telling him exactly what she would be wearing and exactly what Gizmo would be wearing, pulling each dress out a laying them on the bed just like I do.
I've started calling her Junior.
Gizmo wants whatever her sister has. I could give them both the same exact thing and Gizmo would snatch whatever Peanut. While playing with bubbles the other day, we gave Peanut a bowl of bubble solution while the husband and I let Gizmo play with the bottle. Upon seeing what her sister had, Gizmo walked over and dumped Peanut's bowl.
Much to Peanut's credit, she took it pretty well. She won't always.
I want to put both of them, just as they are now, in little boxes on a shelf. They are both sassy and funny but it such different ways.
Peanut is so verbally expressive with her emotions. She told the husband the other night that she would never forgive him for working late. She regularly tells us things are not fair while stomping her little feet.
She also makes sure to tell us that she missed us while we were away and that she wants to keep us all. Her answer to "what's your favorite part of the day?" is always Gizmo. She counts out 10 kisses and 10 hugs when we put her to bed each night.
Gizmo doesn't have many words but her actions tell you all you need to know about what she wants and what she's thinking. She pats the blanket to tell us she wants to play peekaboo. She puts her arms up and smiles when she wants hugged. When she is looking for attention, she throws her arms over her head and we all yell, "Gizmo is SOOO big!" and then she claps for herself. She loves to dance, dropping her booty, turning in circles and stomping her feet, smiling the whole time.
Where Peanut still needs hugs and kisses when we drop her off, Gizmo runs into the babysitter's house and doesn't even acknowledge when we leave.
We thought Peanut was independent until Gizmo came along. I'm pretty sure Gizmo will want to move out at 16.
I know every stage has it's good parts but so far, this is the best of both of them.