It’s weird having twins. They’re so different. It’s like my wife pooped out the Odd Couple, with vaginas. Or little baby versions of Jekyll & Hyde (only without the evil and murder – so far).
Jules is the shit talker. Yeah, i know she isn’t really saying any real words yet, but if she could, rest assured she’d be serving up a hot plate of crap. You can just see it in her eyes. Well not really, she keeps a straight face. But that just means she’s good at lying. She’d be all like ‘sure, daddy, i’ll totally go to bed tonight without crying like an idiot,’ or ‘no way will i spit up all over your nice shirt!’ Those bashful eyelashes and gummy smile don’t throw me off.
It must take a lot of energy to keep that motormouth running, because she doesn’t move around too much. She hates tummy time, and has showed no interest in rolling yet. Awesome. So she’ll be planted on her throne, using her silvertongue to trick me into bringing her juice boxes and animal crackers all day. What kind of way is that to treat daddy? I’m tired of lugging juice boxes around all day!
Cordy, on the other hand, doesn’t talk much. She’s the creepy silent type. You know what they say, it’s the quiet ones you gotta watch. Remind me not to get her that meat cleaver for her 5th Christmas. And you do have to watch her, because she’s very mobile. She hasn’t got crawling down yet, but she’s always on her tummy, and she can shimmy around for miles. She’s kind of like a car with a broken transmission – she can only move backwards.
I really hope she resolves this eventually. At least by the time she graduates high school. Could you imagine, her up on stage, cap & gown, trying to make it across the stage backwards? Knocking over the podium? That knocks over the principal, he falls on the valedictorian, it quickly snowballs into mass anarchy, and Cordy never even gets her diploma? Horseshit.
Anyway, they just turned 6 months, so that’s cool. We had another doctor visit, where they get their dose of inert diseases shoved into their tiny little legs. I guess it makes me a horrible father, but i don’t feel all that bad when they cry. I mean, needles suck, but they’re necessary. And i totally love the faces they make. That second or two, just as they notice something hurts real bad, but haven’t realized they should be crying yet. It’s like a rainbow of emotions splattered over their faces. If it lasted any longer, i’d grab a seat and some popcorn.
I hope this doesn’t develop into a habit, though. I’d look forward to their yearly flu shots. I can only imagine pulling out a camera quickly as one of the girls stubs their toe, or gets a papercut. I’d have to restrain myself from putting thumbtacks on the kitchen chairs before breakfast. I’d be a monster! Maybe i should look away from now on when they get their shots. Before the babies turn me into Jekyll & Hyde.
It’s amazing to watch children’s personalities develop. Although my kids live in the same household with the same parents, they are totally different. My daughter is painfully shy, my 1st son is Mr. Personality, and my youngest son is a master of mischief.
I loved watching my girls develop their personalities (even though I didn’t do it at the same time) as babies and little ones. It was just an amazing time in my life and theirs. They were and are so different. It had made life interesting. Glad to read yours are going to drive you insane. Just kidding!
I am charmed by them both, and fascinated by their very different personalities. It will be neat to watch as they develop and grow. They do share some characteristics, though. . .they are both incredibly sweet and laid-back.
Found you through dad-blogs and I’m glad I did.
“That second or two, just as they notice something hurts real bad, but haven’t realized they should be crying yet. It’s like a rainbow of emotions splattered over their faces. If it lasted any longer, i’d grab a seat and some popcorn.”
Now I feel far less guilt for feeling this way. We’re still waiting for our twin boys to arrive (they’ll make their entrances no later than 5/14/10), but I’ve felt this way about nieces and nephews before. It’s almost as though they’re searching through the files, playing a bizarre matching game of proper emotional response to stimuli. As you said, it’s pretty fascinating.