Twins

After 5 months with twins, I think we've come to the conclusion that all you folks out there who think twins would just be the niftiest thing... are right. They are.

We spent July 4th (American Independence Day) with my parents in South Carolina. At one point my Dad and I were sitting on a bench waiting on the women folk to finish perusing the items in a store, and each of us had a twin. I turned mine (Zoe) towards the other one (Kaylee) to see if they would entertain, and boy did they ever! Before long a traffic jam of admirers had formed on the sidewalk, laughing and pointing at the two adorable twins who were trying to get at each other.

Decades ago the prevailing "wisdom" in child rearing was that children's personalities were developed by their environment. So, your daughter would become a tom-boy if all she had to play with were guns and knives, and vice versa. Boy do our twins prove that theory wrong - they were born with distinct personalities. Zoe is Miss Happy - a dainty little petite thing always ready with a smile. Kaylee is a little roly-poly cuddle bug who likes to grab her feet, and was the first to figure out how to roll over. Kaylee yelps and howls when she doesn't like something, in the cutest of possible ways. And Zoe hardly ever goes to bed without a fuss. She especially likes to wake her sister. And believe me when I say it is quite disconcerting to hear two yowling pups going at it at once.

And finally, I'll end this post with the two mainmost things you should never say or ask a parent of twins (all of which have been spoken to either my wife and/or myself).

1) "Twins are easy! I raised a pair myself - piece of cake!"

2) "So, have you figured out which one is the evil twin?"

Don't go there. Just Say No.