Three Years . . .

Three years . . .

36 months . . .

1,095 days . . .

It's really not that long.  However, in 3 years this:

magically becomes this:

Crazy, right?

Twins are a totally different experience from having just one little one.  Yes . . . all those cute poems that you read about twins being twice the diapers and twice the bottles but also twice the love are true. There is another side to having twins that you don't hear many cute poems about, though.  You learn SO much about how different two children can really be at the same age/stage in life.

Dean:
     Loves to sing, loves barnyard animals and trains.  He spells every word he sees and his favorite word is NO.  He will eat anything with red sauce on it and could live on hot dogs if we let him.  He hates to sleep with too much stuff in his bed and will throw anything other than his pillow, Buzz Lightyear and blanket onto the floor.  He is rough and tough and could probably be considered the "bully" of all my kiddos.  He's also got the best smile and hearing him say, "I love you, Mama" melts my heart every time.

David:
     Loves to play alone when he gets the chance.  He likes to build with blocks and set things up.  Likes to push things and go fast.  He's easily frustrated when things don't work out the way that he thinks they should.  He cries when he wants something or doesn't want something or doesn't know if he does or doesn't want something.  He's the baby and he knows it.  He loves his blankie and confiscated my body pillow into his crib - we had to go and buy a new one because he refused to give it back - he can't sleep unless he is surrounded by stuffed animals.  He is gentle and sweet.  He's a lovie and will snuggle with you if you need him to.  He doesn't say much but he's learning to say more words and hearing him tell me he loves me melts my heart every time.

Okay - so maybe they aren't that different after all.

When Dean was born he weighed 8 pounds.  David weighed 5 pounds 15 ounces.  I think the most amazing thing to me was holding these two BIG newborns and imagining how on earth they fit in there?

It just didn't seem like there was that much space.

They were so perfect when they were born.  I spent a lot of time in the hospital just staring at them and wondering how one minute they weren't right there in front of me and then BAM there they both were.  Two of them . . . perfect and healthy and HOLY CRAP coming home with me to be with my 3 year old and 2 year old . . .

Those first 6 months were a bit of a blur.  I remember bits and pieces of that first Christmas.  It was exhausting but, since they were all so little, it was a lot of fun and low key.  I remember the days we were all snowed in that winter.  I loved those days because there was no pressure on me to get anyone dressed or cleaned up or pack a bag or anything like that.  I remember their first birthday pretty well.  I was so excited we made it that far!

Now here we are at 3 years old.

My monkeys are 3.  I think the most conflicted I've ever felt since becoming a mommy was when I found out there were 2 of them in there.  I was thrilled and scared, excited and angry, nervous and anxious, giddy and overwhelmed . . . and I laugh thinking about it now because if my boys have taught me anything in the last 3 years it's that I will never be in control as much as I would like and that's okay.

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