On the average day, we get a lot of this: “They’re close in age, aren’t they?” or “Are they twins?”
I’m always a bit confused at this, since, to me, they’re obviously twins, identical at that. I’ll answer with a “Yup, just a minute apart,” or “Yes, they are!” and the conversation goes from there, usually in normal adult tones at a normal adult sound level.
Yesterday, we got this: “Oh, look at the twins! They are so cute! How amazing! You are so lucky! Wow!” Louder than usual. In a higher pitch. More excitedly.
On the average day, we look like this:
Yesterday, we looked like this:
I don’t often dress my kids identically. Even yesterday, as you can see, their shorts are different. There’s something about identical wear I just don’t really take to. I’ll often buy them the same make of clothing, in different colors and patterns. That way, they’re similar (which helps with clothing fights in the morning), but they’re not the same.
Still, identical wear has many advantages. Many times, even if it’s the same dress or shorts, the twins want the opposite color. They want whatever the other one has. The other one responds by clinging to that article of clothing, even if moments before they wanted what the other one had. This leaves us with one garment highly sought after and the other disdainfully tossed to the side. They still wear it, but they’re aren’t happy about it.
On a less practical note, it allows strangers to do the gushing they’re wont to do without having to check themselves in doubt first. This opens us all up to a jubilation I don’t quite know what to do with. Babies are always fawned over, but, at almost three, my kids are well past the “aww, isn’t she cute” phase. Twins, it seems, are a novelty forever. At least until three, anyway.
Tales of an Unlikely Mother is on Babble.com. We’re number 14, just scroll down and click on the thumbs up!