Boys Are So Different

Having twin boys is so very, very different than having our first girl.

Norah was speaking full sentences at 15 months, always has enjoyed being one of the adults, and she is a sassy, little lady, full of energy and fun. She is always close by and tends not to get into trouble... actually, it is usually her smart mouth that gets her into the most trouble.

Everett and Andy, who are now two and a bit, couldn't care less to talk (at least around family.... apparently, they love talking to strangers... fun fun!). They seem to thrive off of being babies. They love just grunting, groaning and pointing. Don't get me wrong... the boys are tons of fun and don't often get into too much trouble... They have, however, mastered the art of divide and conquer. One will be climbing on the dining room table, while the other is climbing a shelf in the living room. One will be in the fridge, running around with eggs; the other will be in the bathroom, throwing the WHOLE roll of toilet paper in and trying to flush it. They seem to be able to pick out anything that goes unnoticed that gives them an opportunity to capitalize on something they aren't supposed to do... they keep us on our toes.

Today was a long day. Long in the sense that the boys were all over each other all day..... and they have the bruises to show for it. Today, it seemed as though they were training for a MMA fight or something similar. The amount of punches thrown, kicks that met the other's flesh, and hitting surprised me. I would look away and then turn back just to see one straddling the other (with Norah shouting "HE'S NOT A HORSE!" in the background). Jumping off of things and onto each other. Yes, today was a long day... (I can still hear the thud of the time their heads banged into each other full force... at least we got a few minutes of quiet snuggles... as they both recharged!! :S)....

I blame it on the weather, by the way.... if it was warmer outside, they would have a lot more space to expend all of this pent up energy!

So, bedtime FINALLY came around. Everett fell asleep so peacefully. Andy's nose was bugging him a bit, so he kept rubbing it. I looked closer, and he was picking it a bit. Whatever, it's his nose.... A couple of minutes later, he is just lying there, still picking his nose.... which is when I notice ..... he's picking his nose and putting his boogers on Everett's arm, which is placed close to him in bed.....

OK, Andy, you win.... just go to sleep.