Ch-ch-ch-changes

The past month has been full of changes for the twins.

My daughter is talking up a storm, labeling everything, running everywhere, eating me out of house & home and climbing out of her crib. Best of all, she adores her twin brother. She'll bring him his sippy cup, share snacks (on occasion), push him as he sits on a push-toy and generally needs to be around him at all time.

My son has changed so much in the past month. He's turned into a climbing monkey, taken independent steps, cruises with confidence, attempts to get into standing position from sitting, babbles A LOT, shows me his toys, offers me a bite of his muffin but pulls it back at the last second (laughing all the while) and generally enjoying life. It's good. It's very, very good. I'd even go so far as to say that he struggles less with diaper changes! Like his sibling, he needs to be around his sister 24/7. It's like they are each others' fuel or maybe it's the twin connection.

I recall meeting a woman at the lactation clinic when the twins were a couple of weeks old, I was there to get some help with my son's latch. She told me that the twins were very fortunate to have each other and I agreed, not really knowing what else to say (in the early days many a stranger stopped to tell me some droning story about their father's cousin's stepdaughter's aunt who had twins). The woman went on to say how lucky they are to have had each other since the very beginning, "since always" she said. I think of that often - since always - and it warms the heart knowing they are so interconnected yet so different, that they will impact and shape each others' lives and have been since conception.

I love them both so very much.