The Best Part About Having Twins

Having twins is friggin hard. Seriously.  I knew it was going to be hard--was petrified about the idea when I found out at 7 weeks of pregnancy, and I was right.  But it is also quite awesome, and I knew it would be that too--but I didn't realize how awesome.  But, you never really know how awesome kids are till you actually have them. Nora and Ryan are such individuals and watching them become themselves has been such a cool thing.  That's really the case with any baby, isn't it? But with twins it is cool to see how they are still uniquely themselves despite having been in the same exact setting as another individual and are still so different from that individual.  Just the contrast is impressive--these two are like night and day.  Ryan is a complete extrovert--needs other people like he needs oxygen.  Nora is seriously introverted--she happily tolerates other people, but really is happiest doing her own thing by herself.  Ryan is a people-pleaser and loves to be applauded--he potty trained pretty easily because he loves positive feedback.  Nora is concerned with what she decides to concern herself with and that is all--she will not be potty trained--she will do it when she feels like it (though she is perfectly capable).  Ryan follows directions most of the time.  Nora pretends not to pay attention to the world around her.  Ryan is the pickiest eater ever.  Nora will eat anything--anything...and lots of it.  Last week she ate 5 pieces (adult sized) of feta and yellow pepper ring pizza, 3 servings of roasted brussel sprouts and a banana for dinner, one night.  Together, though, they still manage to have a blast.

The best part about having twins, to me, has been watching them become little BFFs.  They absolutely LOVE each other.  Despite their strong individuality, they still need each other.  They ask for each other immediately after nap. They talk and laugh and play together all day.  They imagine that they are Dora and Diego and go on all kinds of crazy pretend adventures.  They encourage each other (for better or worse).  They laugh.  They stay up for 3 hours after I put them to bed singing and laughing together.  They understand each other even when we can't. Don't get me wrong, they also drive each other crazy and kick/hit/bite each other, just like any other set of siblings.  But, all they've known is to be with the other.  I'm so thankful they have each other and pray they continue to bless one another with so much love and support as they grow.