So, I'm assuming a new motherly role. I haven't figured out what that is yet but I'm sure it will come to me soon. Right now I'm digging deep into my soul to find patients. Like this morning when Quinn tried on 16 white socks that are exactly the same because she could not find the one that fit just perfectly. And cried hysterically because if she doesn't find the perfect sock her entire day will be miserable. Or when I find clothes that Hassie Clare has hidden in her pillow case because she wants to wear them again when her hair is fixed a certain way.
They do cartwheels everywhere and they constantly sing at all times if they are not sleeping or arguing with me. They have become insanely protective of each other....which I like but they are taking it to a whole new level. If one of them cries, the other cries. If one of them is being punished, the other one is clawing her way at the punisher. When one of them decides she doesn't like cheese, the other one suddenly doesn't like cheese. When I threaten to take their toys away for whatever reason they say they don't care because they have each other to play with. Their beds are in a "L" shape. So the head on HC's bed touches the head of Quinn's bed. Sometimes that is not close enough for them so they squeeze together in the same toddler bed to sleep ... yes that is right, my 5 year olds are still in toddler beds - don't judge!
So you get my point. Cute but slightly over the top. I'm reading this book right now that encourages parents of multiples to embrace the uniqueness and closeness that twins share. The book suggests that if you encourage and support their unique bond that they will benefit fully from such a rare relationship. I get it ... totally ... and I enjoy watching their twin bond blossom .... BUT COME ON .... they are only 5. If I feel out numbered now I can't imagine how I will feel when they hit puberty!
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