As I sit here and write this, one of my little two year olds is throwing an "I am not sleeping no matter how tired I am or what the heck you do to me" fit on a Sunday afternoon at 2pm. She has been in there for nearly an hour - talking, screaming, laughing, playing....all the while being very sleepy and in a very bad mood. She needs the nap. But, she won't.
She's two.
Two years ago on August 21, 2005, our lives where interrupted with one of the best days one can imagine as Chloe and Sidney joined our world. Twins. Two. One plus another.
To express all that has taken place in one journal entry would take me more time than the 10 minutes I probably have left before all hell breaks loose. Even with the monitor down to near zero, I can here the natives getting restless and the wife is at the grocery store...how convenient. Nap time is about to come to a crashing end I am afraid. I wish I could still have nap time though.
Two years has been a blur of activity beyond imagine. Our life has become full of dolls, shoes, passies, blankies, pink, books, shoes and more shoes, gold fish crackers, nila waffers, Elmo's in every form imaginable, shoes, Wiggle's videos, Seasame Street, Children's nursery rhimes on CD, pink, two toy rooms, more shoes, a VERY EXPENSIVE dinning room table stashed in storage for the next decade, dress up princess clothes, pink, squeeky shoes, toys that have no reason to have a sound yet do, toys that make noise on their own or with the prompting of our Boxer, plastic slides, drawer locks, stairway gates, outdoor toys and gyms strewn about, more pink, regular clothes, diapers, wipes, diaper trash bins that really don't work, hair bows, hair rubber bands, a milk container that is always magically empty when daddy is ready for his bowl of LIFE, lost remotes, balls, shoes, pink, and to top it all off, lots of pink shoes!
And I am sure my wife could double the list.
Life with twin toddler girls is crazy in a nutshell.
We survive on 6 hours of sleep. We no longer use the alarm clock. They wake up EVERYDAY between 6:45 and 7:12am. Our meals are dictated by their nap time or hunger moans. And they do moan. They still think "uhhhhhhhhhh" is the sound for the word "more". The colors blue, green, orange, pink, and purple are now pronounced "yellow". Our dog Max is called "Pax" or "Dax". Our other dog Sam barely has a name yet the girls love making his toys their own. Poor guy doesn't get to play with his own toys anymore, much less momma or daddy.
It is amazing all that a parent experiences in the first 24 months of a babies life. Those include 2am bottle feedings, 12 diaper changes a day, 12 bottle feedings a day, babies that do nothing but squirm some and poop alot, first smiles and giggles, the first rollover, the first crawl, jumpers, swings, walkers, walking and then running, playing pickyboo, reading books in daddy's lap, babbling, throwing fits, playing hide and seek, saying "momma" and "dadda" and calling everyone else by some sort of representation of their real name, or milk aka "nilk", pulling at their diaper and saying "poopoo", jumping and saying "boing", jumping like real monkey's on their beds, laughing their tails off while closing the door on each other over and over, calling their butts "bobos", to having fullfledge conversations with themselves, their piers and anyone else that can act like they understand every word they are saying. Julie and I are amazed at how different they are in a matter of months.
Chloe has already had "timeout" sessions under the living room window and she is not officially 2 yet. She loves snatching anything that belongs to her sister and running away with it as her own. She can be a sneaky little devil. She'll throw anything she can find when her way is not met (usually her blankie). We have to turn our faces we usually laugh so hard at her outbursts. This little 22" tall person trying to control her own destiny just kills you!
Sidney is the life of the party on most days. Her giggle cracks you up and between the two they are working daily on getting the words "sucker" permanently placed on both of our foreheads. We are doomed. Sidney loves the mornings most days. Chloe....not so much.
Both are a trip. Both are a mess. Both are balls of energy. Both want their way.
But both of them are a blast. It's their cute smiles, their loveable kisses, their incredible brown eyes, their funny words and dicussions and the silly ways they play that make the tiring life we now have worth it all.
"Double trouble?" people ask.
Nope, it's still double the blessing and double the fun. I just wish it wasn't all going so fast....
Two 4 Two.
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