April 21, 2010

The "twin" thing

My doctor first told me about how twins play nicely together and other such lies.

He has twin brothers and said his mom always said the first 3 months are the hardest and then it gets easier than single babies because they entertain one another.

Hmmm, maybe his mother was Super Woman or his brothers were Angel babies (a la Baby Whisperer) but it certainly didn’t get easier at 3 months for us.

In fact, there was a time when I was a little concerned at the babies’ total lack of interest in one another.

In the very beginning they’d literally scream if you put the other one next to them (I have pictures so I can bribe them in the future).

Then a couple of months later they’d tolerate the other. That means no actual screaming but clearly not happy.

Then they’d attack one another – K would pinch C’s chest and arms and he’d swipe his arm and knock her in the face.

They then were kind of content to play near one another as long as the other one didn’t have something they wanted. I don’t get this because I buy two of every thing. But they don't want their rattle; they want the other baby's one :)


Finally, literally on their 7-month birthday, I observed some of this “playing together”.

I placed Connor on one side of the blanket that adorns our lounge floor and Kendra on the other side. Well, he rolled over to her and they played happily (mostly) for about 40 minutes.


I couldn’t quite believe it so kept checking in on them every 5 – 10 minutes but yes, they were still playing happily.

Until Kendra bit Connor on the leg :)

So I thought that may have been a fluke but have observed similar behavior since then. He reaches out for her, they smile and laugh at each other and oh, it is SOOO sweet.

Granted, Kendra is still Kendra so she spurns him regularly but she does this with us too.

The cutest thing is when we put them in the same cot to play (while I'm assembling the extra bits for church, etc.) and they actually smile and LAUGH at each other. Too sweet.

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