My twin daughters turn two today, and good lord am I exhausted. Exhausted but happy. I've become one of those happy people that really annoy me, and then it amuses me that I annoy myself. Which sounds very confusing but actually makes sense in my skewed version of reality.
Anyway, there are good things and bad things about having twins, although the list is greatly skewed toward the good side. (What is it with me and skewing today? I'm skewing toward using the word skewing all the time, which is really skewed.) I'm not going to write all the sappy things down, because it would be embarrassing and schtuff. I'm still deluding myself that you think I have big brass clangers. Which I do, only they're skewed.
Um. I just wrote that, and I have no idea what it means. But moving on...
Anyway, one of the good things about having twins is that they love books as much as I do, which is nice because son is only now starting to get into books at the age of five. The bad thing about this is that they're obsessed with Me Baby, You Baby, which I have now memorized. But this is also good because I don't have to look at it when I'm reading.
One of the bad things about having twins is that all of my evil twin related book plots now have to be thrown out the window, because then one of my girls will grow up thinking that I was hinting in the book that she's the evil twin. Or worse yet, both of them will WANT to be the evil twin because she is cooler and has better fashion sense.
When we were having twins, we talked long and hard about what to name them, and one suggestion that always made me laugh is to name your twins after famous pairs in pop culture. I'm still disappointed that we didn't have boys, because I think Han and Chewie Harris has a nice ring to it. A boy-girl pair of twins could be Batman and Robin Harris, although in that case their middle names would both have to be Eyebrows, which doesn't really flow well. Or if they're girls, they could be Charlie (short for Charlotte) and Angel Harris. Because Charlie's Angels are kewl, feathered hair and all.
But enough rambling on the subject of twindom. Happy birthday to my girls, and here's hoping that reading this in a few years doesn't send you straight to therapy. It could be worse. We STILL could have named you Han and Chewie.