I do believe I may have waxed, eloquently or otherwise, about Two being a better age than One.
I should know better.
I guess, like birth pains, the pain of having twin two-year olds is easily forgotten.
I just don't know how.
February 2nd was Groundhog Day. I guess. In our house, that little fact is totally eclipsed by a certain second set of twins having a birthday.
We grilled. We baked. We partied. I fought my usual losing battle with my camera, trying to take indoor pictures at night. We congratulated ourselves for moving them over into the big boys' and big girls' rooms (and out of cribs) successfully before their second birthday.
And a few days later, I was calling my mother trying to sell them off.
It all started when Jonathan flushed a stink bug down the toilet. The next thing I knew, Gideon and Salem were finding flies and other insect carcasses under baseboard heaters and heavy furniture and wedged in window casings. Their subsequent multitudinous flushings necessitated my leaving the kitchen to fix the toilet.
I should have remembered this chain of events from when Abraham and Miriam were 2. Fix one mess, return to place of origin to discover new mess.
When I returned to the kitchen, I found Gideon and Salem had peeled the labels off the tomato cans. Gideon had his cup stuck in the automatic water dispenser on the front of the fridge (so water was constantly running in a so-fun fountain onto the unfinished wood floor), and Salem had the top off the vinegar bottle.
My mother wouldn't take them.
In all honesty (and all of this has been honest), these two bring us constant laughter. Exasperated laughter, sometimes, but still.
Gideon has this shock of curly hair that I just love. It's funny, this wee bit of his Grandpa Allison that shows up in this house. He has expressive eyebrows and an uncanny sense of rhythm. Like King Saul, he's soothed by music. We're keeping our eyes out for some bongos for this one.
And Salem. Oh, Salem. I've never met a more condescending two-year old. She has the expressions and mannerisms of a forty-year old. Even Miriam wasn't this patronizing. And she loves to sing. She sings to The Head and the Heart, and Gideon dances and beats on the couch.
I am remembering all the other things that happen when you have (or when we have, at least) twin 2-yr. olds. The crayons and markers get thrown out or locked up (by the parents!). Any cups with drinks still in them are hastily poured down the owners' throats before they get discovered by those who have newly learned the joy of moving a chair to get things that are higher than they can normally reach. Toothbrushes are hidden. Silverware is regularly counted, and when it goes missing, floor vents are checked.
Nothing is safe.
Cue the "Jaws" music. And cue The Head and the Heart. I am lost in my mind, and I have no hope of recovery.
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They can NOT be two already. Really?
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday to them both.
And you? Eat your Wheaties! :)
Whoa---this is what I have to look forward to??? My twins are 5 months and beginning to be fun, but I also have a 2 year old and am daily reminded that in not a very long time I'll be chasing TWO little ladies around. Yikes!
ReplyDeleteYour children are adorable! You are very blessed and must spend a lot of time laughing!
ReplyDeleteBlessings
Mrs. White
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