I’d like to start by saying that I absolutely love my babies. I was able to get two little munchkins for the price of one – which in my family, is a certifiable blessing. When I take my twins out, they tend to get tons of attention – people being seemingly amused and curiously intrigued by my adorable duo.
They have a built in best friend in one another and they seem to already have a grasp of putting the others needs before their own. They’re awesome, and I wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world.
With all of that being said, there are some drawbacks to having twins… More specifically – twin toddlers. They’re on point when it comes to toddler development; and with that comes the occasional outburst and funny mood swings. I get it. But outside of that, there have been some unexpected surprises that no one ever warned me about…
You worry about every little thing… twice as much.
Yesterday I made my husband pull over to the side of the road because I swore I saw a mosquito in the car. Nursing bug bites on one baby is bad enough. Dealing with two is not fun. God forbid one of those blood suckers had that West Nile craziness. Eeek!
They repeat everything at least 17 times… each.
Right now they only know five words: Baby (pronounced ‘bee bee’), juice (pronounced ‘joo’), thank you (pronounced ‘tank-oo’), please (pronounced ‘pees’), and computer (which they pronounce perfectly… Don’t ask).
I’ve come to dread when they see something on TV that matches a word that they know. Say a baby appears on the screen – I’d swear between the two of them they were attempting some sort of Chinese torture technique by pointing and repeating the word baby until you nod and agree emphatically, “YEEES! THAT’S A BABY!” The first five times it’s adorable, and you’re like ‘Aww. My babies are so smart’; But by the 14th or 15th time you’ve about had it.
They’re erratic irrational individuals anyway at that age… Imagine dealing with two.
‘I want to take my pants off!’
‘I want to get inside this box!’
‘I want to climb the bookshelf!’
Toddlers tend to do weird things individually… Together? It’s like a circus.
‘I want to wear your pants!’
‘I want to get inside the box with you!’
‘I want to ride on your back as you climb the bookshelf!’
It’s a madhouse!
The noise level is double the decibels.
Kids at this age make noise. It’s a given. They’re constantly shrieking, giggling, whaling, screaming, hollering, and making about any and every sort of interesting noise they can come up with. I get it. They’re babies. But when there are two, they try and compete, and things are just always… loud.
At the end of the night when the twins have been put to bed, the husband and I have a good laugh at how high the television volume is in comparison to the now silent house.
And the worst one…
As they get bigger, your lap gets smaller.
When they were a few months old I could hold, cuddle, and love on them both at the same time very easily. Now that they’re older, obviously bigger, and are capable of vying for my attention, things get tough when they both want and need to be held at the same time. Sometimes my lap just isn’t big enough…
But somehow, mommy will always find a way.