My "Twins"

Little Dear and Sports Fan are the same age for 3 more days. Hence the seeming "typo" on the side bar.

Who knew?

I have two 8 year olds!

Luckily, Little Dear isn't pressing her advantage. She is still basking in the novelty of her "new age".

Sports Fan, on the other hand, is chomping at the bit, anxious to be on his own again in the age department. He seriously dislikes being the same age as his younger sister, and growls whenever it is mentioned.

I felt much the same way, 8 1/2 years ago, standing in the bathroom with him on my hip, (at the strapping age of 3 months) bawling at the sight of those two little pink lines.

How things change...

Fast forward to 8 years, and I can now see and appreciate this crossroads in which two opposite worlds of boy-stuff and girl-stuff entwine. This junction has helped to form the melting pot that is the personality of our home. It has become more frequent that I look up from my chores to see that all 5 of my children are playing out the same scenario, together. We have Indians who need tea, cowboys who hang laundry, and ranchers who bake. Princesses have been known to pick up rifles and beat back intruders, while maids shoot bows and arrows at those pesky robbers. Sometimes the girls are captured, while other times it is the boys who are the willing prisoners.

At the center of all of this hullabaloo are my "twins", the gentle Sports Fan and the exuberant Little Dear... directing battles, tending wounds, and yelling out orders. Little Dear arranges the tea while Sports Fan guards the fort. And then later on it is Sports Fan who gets Little Love the ice pack while Little Dear leads the charge.

The beauty of "Irish Twins"... I'm so grateful God has given me the chance to experience it.

:)