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October 24, 2001
The twinners are getting more and more verbal. I was bragging about how great Tommy and Jake were at saying “animal sounds” to my sister when we pulled up in front of her house. Both boys looked at the horses across the street and yelled, “Moo!” Yep. Both of them. But actually it could be genetic. My mom swears my sister was still insisting the kitty said, “oink” shortly before her college graduation.
OH, NO—TIME FOR SHOTS
The guys had to have their latest shots and they were not amused. Both started wailing and storming the door the second they saw the nurse. I grabbed Tommy, and told him the bad news: he was first.
Tommy had to have three shots and he was screaming his head off and twisting with gusto while the nurse was trying to do her (nasty) job. As usual I was trying not to cry and after the shots I was holding Tommy tightly to me, but he was inconsolable. Biting my lip, I looked down when I felt a tug on my leg. Jakey was standing there holding Tommy’s blankie and he handed the blanket to his brother. Awww! I guess when Tommy started crying Jake must have somehow unzipped my diaper bag, found Tommy’s blankie and brought it to him. Too adorably cute! Tommy grabbed the blankie and settled right down. Phew.
TWIN HALLOWEEN COSTUMES
I want the boys to grow up with a sense of individuality and have tried to encourage separate interests and not dress them the same. (I think twins dressed alike are adorable but I just decided not to do it. Nothing personal to those that do!) Anyway, it’s already not mattering what I decide to do about the dress-alike issue because the boys are big enough to make it clear that they want what THEY want. Actually, now that I think back, they were always pretty good at that. Must be inborn.
Anyway, I took them to the store to choose Halloween costumes thinking it would be fun to have them pick out what they wanted. In one second flat they both eyed the Thomas the Tank Engine costume and that was it.
Me: “Guys, look at this cute Barney costume…”
Them: “No! Choo-Choo!”
Me: “What about Teletubbies?”
Them: “Choo-Choo!”
Me: “Be reasonable…how about a lion and a puppy?”
Them: Choo-Choo! Choo-Choo!” Foot stomping. “Choo-Choo!”
I gave up and bought them the same costume. So much for individuality. But I guess one of the special things about being a twin is having the choice to display individuality but also having the choice to choose the same. The big twinners (13-year-old Laurel and Ashley) are staying with us this week and when I asked them what they thought about the costumes they both said, “The worst part about being a twin is being a twin. The best part about being a twin is being a twin.” And, of course, they said it together. (G)
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