It’s Hard to Be a Twin

The twins just celebrated their birthday last weekend.

Twin birthday planning can be difficult, especially with boy/girl twins, because we need to have two different themes. Last year we did Frozen/Pokemon. Just try to make a unified-looking party with THAT combination.

I was setting up the table decorations for this year’s party (Barbie/Mario themed) and Little Boy was trying to help me.  I had one pink plastic tablecloth and one blue plastic tablecloth, so that the table could represent both themes at once.


Little Boy was frustrated because he wanted the blue side to be bigger than the pink side.

“No,” I insisted. “Both sides have to be equal.”

“I wish it could be ALL blue,” he said.

GG was passing through the room. “Accept it, kid,” she remarked. “You had to share a womb; now you have to share a table.”

Older sisters are so sympathetic.


A Text From my Daughter



Birthdays are Messy

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So my reward for giving the twins an awesome birthday complete with McDonald’s dinner and ice cream dessert was finding in the car the next morning: two half empty soda cups festering in the cup holders and two containers half full of melting ice cream dripping on the seats.

I cleaned that all up while yelling at the kids to get in the car for school, managing to carry all of that to the trash without spilling … or so I thought.

Later in the day I was confused by the random sticky spots on my shirt.

Apparently I spilled a bit. Grrr.


Happy Birthday Boo

My third daughter (Boo) turned eleven this week.

One of the things we do on birthdays is wake up the birthday child with presents. I get all the other siblings up first so that we can all go in together and sing “Happy Birthday.”

So on Boo’s birthday we did this, and when I woke up GG (age 13), I saw her grab a homemade birthday card from her dresser.

I thought “How wonderful! She’s made a card to give her sister.” It was really touching.

Then I saw the card. It read, “Happy Birthday, Butt-Butt.”

I gave GG a look. She said innocently,”What? That’s my pet name for my sister.”

Inside the card GG had enclosed two dollars, and the tender misspelled message: “USMELL.”

Ah, sibling love!

By the way, I asked Boo if she had been insulted by the card. She shrugged and said, “Well, she could have put more money in it.”

GG and Boo at Boo’s birthday dinner

(If you’re interested, you can check out what happened at Boo’s birthday last year as well.)