My twin boys turned 5 today. They were so excited for their birthday. They just wanted to play the WiiU, and they figured out and asked yesterday if they could play for D’s birthday yesterday and M’s birthday today– tricky– couldn’t say “no”. We let them play once everybody was done with their schoolwork while we went to pick out gifts at the dollar store. They also got their hydration backpacks from their grandparents a tradition for 5th birthdays and they got new sleeping bags from their other grandma. They loved everything, they are such happy little boys, so excited for everything. They each got their own cakes and they will have their friends over to go sledding and have cake again on Sat. Life is very simple when you are 5, and I am really glad I get to spend so much time with these pleasant 5 yr. olds.
These little guys certainly changed out lives forever. The pregnancy was really hard. We remodeled our whole house to make room for them at Christmastime. For 2 weeks in the winter, the only available toilet to use was in the basement with nailtacks for the carpet sticking up with 5 little kids who were scared to go down there alone and me huge carrying 2 babies in my womb.
We had to upgrade our van to a monster van which did not fit in the garage. We would carry first one baby and then the other baby up the stairs to the front door of the house in the snow after they were born. I nursed them both, and quickly learned I’d better do it at the same time if I wanted to have any chance of doing anything else including eat and go to the bathroom. I finally found out what other young mothers were talking about with exhaustion– I hadn’t experienced it until I had twins.
There was always a baby to hold and the kids loved them. We would put up a baby gate to the door of their room and assign an older kid to keep them happy so we would know where they were, and I could make dinner. One of them would jump in the other’s crib. One crawled at 6 months and the other at 9 months, one walked at 12 months and the other at 16 months.
They loved books and stories, we took them with us every week to my older son’s vision therapy appointments. They liked going places, driving worked for us as long as I packed enough food and water. The rest is a happy blur, they were just so dang cute. They made me smile even though there was a lot of other unhappy things outside of the family we had to deal with at the time, and which resulted in a lot of growth, maturity and understanding, eventually.
We moved again to a house we built that took much longer to build than planned, but the garage was big enough to fit our van and there were no stairs up to the front door. We also had one more baby, because we didn’t want to end on the craziness that was the twins, and we couldn’t do anything really anyway with 2 toddlers, so why not even it up, maybe we’d get a girl ( we didn’t– we got a wild cute little boy)? That was my easiest, best pregnancy. But then we had 3 in diapers again. So very many diapers, first the one and then the other. My fingers got infected from those very grown up diapers as the twins neared 3. I started using gloves after that. Then we potty-trained them, my husband worked on a start-up and my older kids finished some schooling and we moved again.
This time our move was across the country from Utah to New Hampshire. Exactly 1 yr. ago yesterday we pulled up to our new house and town that we had never even seen before except on google maps. We celebrated the twins’ 4th birthday the day after we got here. And now a whole year has passed and it has be awesome and wonderful. And today we got to celebrate our special babies who are now easy and happy little kids, eager to learn, eager to please and happy to have a few things from the dollar store. Truly I am blessed, my heart is full! And we survived twins, we made it– now it’s not a big deal that they are twins. We can just enjoy them, they are super cute!!