Bill and Lauca are both introverts. I am an extroverted introvert. We think Cormac might be an extrovert.
I adore Bill and Lauca (while they can struggle with my appetite for socialising they really do understand my need for time to myself), but it is a blessed relief for me to have an extroverted child in this family. The world bends towards extroverts – it likes a baby who smiles at strangers (a baby who will smile at its own extended family, even); a toddler who happily joins in at birthday parties (a toddler who doesn’t scream in your face when you sing Happy Birthday to it); a child who likes to be part of the team (and especially, who grows up to be an adult who likes to be part of the team).
The only trouble with extroverts is all their extra extraversion. Like, for example, their thoughts don’t exist for them until they have been talked about with you and acknowledged and appreciated by you. The other evening we were driving home from an exhausting holiday weekend away with the kids and .. (let me pause here to say that holidays are not really ‘holidays’ for parents with small children)… and, Bill and I were so tired that we were barely keeping it together for the drive home, but we knew that a long drive meant we had to make sure that both kids were fed and rested and entertained in the back seat of the car, and we did all that and yet, still, we had to deal with this all the way home from Cormac:
Cormac: Dad. DAD. Dad. This. THIS. THIS. DAD. THIS.
Bill (turning around in his seat to look into the back seat): Yes… uhh.. a plane in your book, yes.
Cormac: Dad. Dad. DADDY. DADDY. DADDY. THIS. RRRaaaa. THIS. RRRRRAAAAA. DADDY. DAAAAAAD.
Bill: Yes.. let me see, it is a tiger. Hmm a tiger.
Cormac: This. This. …… Dad. This. Daddy. DADDY. DAAAAAAADDY. This.
Bill: What is it Cormac? Ok, you have seen a triangle in your little book now. Great.
Cormac: DADDY. BUR. DADDY. BUR. BUR. DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDY.
Bill: Bur? Bird? Ball? Balloon?
Cormac: NAH. NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH…. Bir.
Bill: Cormac, if you are going to need to talk constantly about every. little. thing. then can I suggest that you are going to need to expand your vocabulary?
Cormac: This. THIS. SNIFFFFFF. THIS. Dad. Daddy?
Bill (turning to me): Why hasn’t that gene been killed off in the human race already? It needs to be removed.
Me: I live for your dismay, Bill.
(Honestly, you would too. No-one does exasperated disgust as cute as Bill does it.)