I'm kind of at a loss for what to write about today. I've been so busy with things around here (we had someone come and see the house on Friday and an Open House yesterday) that I haven't had any time to really sit and develop a complete thought. Another factor in my inability to formulate any sort of coherent dialogue comes in the form of two year old twins who have running amok in my home/life.
I'm not sure how other parents of multiples get through this stage but it seems like I've been in survival mode the entire summer. I live for nap time and bed time. I dread those moments when I hear stirring in their bedroom and I pray that they will give me just 15 more minutes.
From the moment they were born, Dean and David have NEVER been even close to the same. I joke that if there were such a thing as opposite twins then I would have them. My husband always says that they are more like "just brothers" than they are twins. However, they are twins and we have been drudging through the twos slow and steady with a lot of turbulence along the way.
I often think about the fact that God isn't suppose to give you more than you can handle but I have to think he really does test our limits and two year old twins are a prime example.
They are also amazingly adorable at times. They can be so incredibly funny and when they are being nice or doing something sweet it really does just melt your heart. There are plenty of rewards to having two year old twins, too . . . but when they have colored all over the walls in the living room with a Sharpie and then moved on to coloring each other on the day of an Open House, well, you have to remind yourself of those rewards and try very very hard to not run away screaming.