To be honest, I haven’t really noticed a difference between having a boy versus a girl. At this point, Felicity does the same things her brothers did.
Eat, sleep, and you know.
And then she does it all again.
But I have noticed a difference between having the first baby (and even the second and third) and the fourth.
Observe, if you will.
(I must apologize for these first three photos, as it was pre-digital age and I don’t have a scanner.)
The first child.
The second child.
The third child.
And now, the fourth child.
C: “Can I take a picture?”
“Oh, another one?”
“Okay, just one more.”
S: “But I want to take one!”
“Okay, S takes one and then we’re done.”
J: “I want to take one!”
“Not that button, the other button.”
“Hold it still. No, press the other button.”