Somewhere in the Multiples blog network, I read a post in which she called her kids the “Twin-adoes” after they tore through her house, leaving a path of destruction in their wake. At the time, our babies were only 2 months old, and the thought of the two of them moving, touching, exploring and dumping just hadn’t even really occured to me.
Well, now that our girls are both on the move (KC couch-surfing and Taylor with her funny “sidewinder” crawl), their access to previously unobtainable play areas has led to an unfettered release of choatic energy. In other words, all bets are off, they can reach/touch/grab/destroy pretty much anything they like, and now, when my attention is turned to one twin, you gotta know that the other one is taking full advantage to boot it as far away as possible to get into whatever kind of trouble they can find.To avoid what you are about to see, the girls generally get relegated to ‘the pigpen’ (see the SuperYard posting
), with toys rotated in, or in some kind of monitored activity (Mother Goose singing rhymes, watching Baby Einstein, eating, etc). But on occasional days, i just let them roam around the centre hallway design of our main floor, discovering and generally trashing whatever they find in their way. Like a typical mob, they quickly lose interest once the destruction has happened, and move quickly into a new, “virgin” area to search for more targets. Here are a few pics from one such day.
My little twinadoes
The play kitchen in the hallway is their favorite starting point.
- Formal living/dining room
Next they tear out any tucked away puzzles, colouring books, or stickers B has left on the coffee table for inspection
It trickles into the entryway
Entry halls are a wonderful place to find shoes to distribute, plastic bags to rustle, and to bother with whatever was inside that plastic bag. In this case, a toy I am taking back to Costco because its crap and the kids hate it, won’t play with it. Except in the this photo. For these 35 miliseconds, that toy was the most fascinating thing Taylor had ever seen.
Living Room Chaos
Most of our friends have heard about our little “construction project” building the ‘pigpen’. Using the SuperYard XT system from Toys r Us
, we attached it to the corner wall of our family room so the kids couldn’t slide it around, and now can add in and take away panels to increase or decrease the space it occupies. It has become a wonderful safehaven, the twins happily go in to see what toys mom has switched in today, and will play happily together for sometimes up to an hour. There are occasional altercations that need mom’s assisstance: for example, Kennedy likes to use her sister to pull herself up to standing. Taylor is definately not cool with this. But the look of glee on KCs face as she finds balance counteracts the silent wail that is beginning from her sister so laughably that we try not to giggle as we’re breaking up the fight. But again, after 10 minutes in its confines, and it is a crazy mess too.
- The infamous “pigpen” from above
I enjoy walking around behind my crazy girls as they go on explore and destroy missions. It makes for a lot of tidy-up work afterwards, but really… Isn’t it so worth it to see that scaliwag gleam of the eye as they sight their next target, and take off, both giggling uproariously. Isn’t that why having twins is supposed to be more fun?
Kennedy is learning to walk, all by herself. Well, almost. As many of our friends will remember, Will and I were adamant that we wouldn’t help the twins learn to walk. Partly this was a scientific experimenty-type thing – we wanted to see how the girls would learn things without an over-eager first-time parent
coaxing pushing dragging encouraging them through all their milestones as quickly as possible. Oh come on. You know what I’m talking about. Sadly, we were guilty of some of it ourselves with our first daughter, Bridget. It’s part of that big “Mommy Competition” that goes on at every playground, playgroup and playschool in North America. The conversations go something like this:
“Wow, little Alice is starting to pull herself up to standing! That’s really great. My Alex (Mom beams with pride) started doing that a few months ago. Look, now he’s walking at just 8 months old! Isn’t he brilliant? We’re so very proud of him! Blah blah blah…”
Look at me walking all by myself!
When I had Bridget, I found the constant comparisons of whose kid was hitting what benchmark at what week a little … intimidating. Bridget was my angel, and in my eyes, the most amazing, special, delightful, talented, gifted and precocious child to ever grace the surface of this earth. And so she should be – as her mother, it’s very natural to see her in that light. However, when I step back and view Bridget with more reasonable, unbiased eyes, I can honestly say she is a lovely if not relatively average kid, with some real talents and other struggles, but overall, a pretty normal kid.
So when we first started telling people we were having twins, we got a lot of the common comments: “Woah, double trouble!”, “Won’t you have your hands full!”, and even “Glad it’s not me…” But some of the more astute parents would give you that knowing look, and say “Just wait until they’re both moving… and in different directions! Now that’ll be something…” And you know what?? We took that comment to heart, for there was truth to it. We knew that once the girls started to walk, life would get that much more hectic, that much more chaotic. So Will and I made a pact. While we would do everything in our power to love and cuddle each of our three girls as often as possible, and provide each one with as much “one-on-one” time as we could between the two of us, we would try to avoid helping the twins get mobile. In fact, we even used to joke that if either of us caught a twin pulling themselves up to standing, we’d gently knock their knees out from under them!
KC on the move
- Bridget shows Kennedy all the neat toys on the front of her walker
Well, Kennedy is now ten and a half months old, and she has been pulling to standing on her own for the last 2 months. That first few weeks, I did actively discourage it, but as time went on and I could see how badly she wanted to get moving, how longingly she looked at her older sister as she ran around the room, i started to soften. Maybe I don’t need to discourage this, i thought to myself. Now, that doesn’t mean I will encourage it. But maybe I don’t have to fear it quite so much. Look how adorably happy she is, standing holding onto the “pigpen” gate and dancing back and forth.
Last weekend, while playing downstairs, Bridget discovered her old walker, folded up in our storage room, and dragged it out. “Look Mommy, you forgot this toy for the babies!” It was love at first sight. Now its rare to see KC without her little walker, in those rare moments when the girls are allowed to freely roam our main floor. She delights in pushing it around our clutter, and loves to have her sister’s help when she gets stuck in a corner. They even play with the toys on the front. So far Taylor has shown no interest, and even pushes the walker away if KC brings it over to her.
But I know it won’t be long until it’s her turn, and likely by then, KC won’t need one anymore. And then they will be able to go in different directions, at speed. And as those knowing parents mentioned, “now that’ll be something…”