Now that I have three kids I feel entitled to say that their personalities come fully baked.
J, my baby, is up for anything as long as he is fed every hour. I predict he will remain easy going and be a good eater.
L, my 5-year-old, is the same sweet mama's girl she's always been. She's a little jealous of J but not one to carry a grudge. The other day she walked to the store with me, 20 minutes both ways without a word of complaint. When we got home she announced, 'I would never have let you go alone, mommy. It's too cold!'
And K, my 7-year-old, is the same clever, opinionated being she ever was. When I asked her if she wanted to walk with me to the store, her answer was short and to the point: 'No way. Too boring.' It's exactly the sort of thing she would have said as a newborn if she could have talked.
Ah, I'm a lucky woman.