I’m in shock. I don’t know why, exactly, but 5 seems big. It seems like “I can’t believe we made it this far.” It feels like there are no more babies, no more toddlers, no more pre-schoolers. Everyone is big and competent and self-sufficient.
Alison has a vocabulary bigger than mine. She uses words like ‘narrow’ and ‘impressive’ and ‘dammit’ 🙂 And she uses them correctly – always. She is the sweetest, kindest soul; always telling me “I love to spend time with you Mommy” and “Thank you for feeding us Mommy” (seriously). But when Ali’s mad – look out! I still maintain if pushed far enough she would kill me in my sleep. With a grin.
Rebecca is a clown. She too has no trouble expressing herself, but would rather be funny than nice. Becca is more even than Ali, not so much sweet and then homicidal, just a 4 year old with moods.
Watching these 2 grow up is amazing. Yes, twins are harder. Yes, twins are more expensive (2 for the price of 1, my ass!). But mostly, twins are easier to compare to each other. It’s almost impossible to judge them on their merits rather than against each other. Each of these two have their own personality, and they are both good girls and smart. But there will always be the question of who is better in math and who is better in sports. It’s the curse of multiples.
Happy birthday A&B. We love you more than more than ever.