Back when Pat and I were discussing our ideal family, way before the kids were born, we thought we wanted a boy and girl. We were thrilled when we found out we were having a son. Got our boy! With our second pregnancy we knew we would be happy with either gender. Having Ben was such a delight, I could just picture having another little boy to love. But I would have been so happy to have a daughter too. With twins, well, I have to admit the thought of having two girls was the most daunting combo to us. One girl, yes, we both wanted a daughter. But two at once? Two going through all the less than exciting parts of growing up at the same time? That was a bit intimidating to us. Learning we were in fact having two daughters was a little scary at first. We got over it pretty quickly. Any gender can have trying parts of childhood. Two daughters was going to be awesome. Then I started hearing all the differences between little girls and little boys. Honestly it made having twins sound a lot easier- they were both girls. Well I'm going to say it. Most of them were lies.
Girls are quieter than boys. I knew that girls usually talk more than boys. But I was under the impression that girls didn't yell and scream as much for no apparent reason. Not so in this house. Ben was a relatively quiet baby and early toddler. He just didn't make a ton of noises. I'm pretty sure Ali and Sammy are some of the loudest babies ever. Seriously. They aren't unhappy girls, they are just super loud. I used to ask people if their girls tended to be louder than their boys, or if their second children were louder. Nope. We just have loud babies. These girls love to yell and squeal and make all kinds of noises. One of them alone is super loud. And we have two. Pat can hear them from outside the house when he gets home in the evening. (Thank goodness we aren't in a town home anymore!) These ladies have opinions and want them to be heard. Now that Ben is three he is talking non stop. I'm pretty certain I won't be able to get a word in around my kids in another year or so.
|Right for the outlet. Every time.|
|Crawling on train tracks? Why not?|
|Never stop trying to get into everything.|
Girls are neater than boys. Ha! Ben is one of those kids who likes everything in it's spot. He can make a mess- he's still a kid. But his room is clean without my having to say much to him. Drawers need to be closed, toys should be kept together by type, and he pretty willingly cleans up at the end of a play session. Even with eating he isn't too bad. Oh, he gets messy. But it really isn't that bad. The girls are a mess. I mean that in the most loving way possible. When Ben was a baby he was super into putting things into containers. The girls want nothing more than to dump everything on the floor. They grab toys and shove them places, which drives Ben (and me) crazy. We have to hunt down the pieces of different sets at the end of the day. Meal times? I have never seen the messes these girls can make! I swear if I give them a little dab of peanut butter they manage to end up with a whole jar's worth on their face. Ben never got food between his toes. Ali and Sammy- not that uncommon. The two of them find nothing funnier than putting things on their heads, especially at meals. We go through a lot of wipes in this house. (These pictures are from a relatively clean meal.)
I adore having a boy and girls. I really am so grateful we get a chance to experience both. I have a busy little boy who loves to jump in muddy puddles and run around non stop. I thought two baby girls would be nothing compared to that, but having girls does not mean you are in for a more peaceful time. And I have two of them. Two busy, loud, fearless little girls. I love it, but thank goodness my caffeine addiction was well in place long before kids. :)
Oh, and if you think having twin girls means having tea parties and playing with dolls all day, check out this wrestling match. The girls like to try to launch themselves off the bouncer.
Full explanation of this picture: The girls were actually giggling and hugging, but Ali hugged a bit too hard and Sammy fell over. I just happened to get the picture at the right moment. Sammy didn't miss a beat. She rolled over and tried to get right back on.
|There can be only one!|