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Year in Review…Age Two

photo by Damn Delicious
photo by Damn Delicious

Another year with twins has come and gone, faster than the last.  Turning three was incredibly exciting for the boys.  I get it, I remember.  Birthdays and getting bigger was everything as a kid, and that rang true for the boys.  They talked about their birthday for weeks, often varying in what age they were turning. Some days 3, a few times 45 and other times 16, either way they were ready.  I, on the other hand was not.

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Two

I loved age two.  There was no such thing as “Terrible Two’s” in our house. Which doesn’t mean every day was rainbows, but I found two to be a lot of fun. I look back on this past year and marvel at what these two beings have accomplished, having been here for such a short time.

This past year was the year they learned to swim, ride their balance bikes with speed and feet up, ride scooters, learned to do a roll-over, navigate the playground without my help, sled, swim in both the Atlantic and Pacific, got their first haircut and cook scrambled eggs.  They like listening to David Bowie, The Beatles and humming Darth Vader’s theme song on repeat.

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The boys know their letters, can count and have even started recognizing what letter certain words begin with. I will never get over the ability of babies learning language, I am in complete awe.  But this year their language skills developed with such precision it is amazing.  Their conversation skills are clever, funny, and vast.  Their capability of using certain words in the proper context is, at times, shocking. I have no idea how they have learned such things.

Stopping Time

One main reason I never want them to grow is I will miss the way they converse with each other.  They are like two little old men, conversing about the world around, sometimes correcting one another, at times bickering and most of the time playing off each other like a comedy duo.  I could sit and listen to them for the rest of my life.

age 2

They have been completely potty trained for a year and now will, at times, go by themselves and even empty their pot into the toilet.  Twice have tried to wash it out, but lack of arm length stopped them.  They lost their cribs and sleep in “big” beds.

Their imagination has exploded. I know it is cliché but what they come up with is so impressive and often weird and random, which is what we prefer.  They have made friends, on their own and are kind to them, which at this age isn’t always the case.

Watching them over this past year has been a gift. While it certainly had its challenges, (I was working with two 2 year olds), I wasn’t ready to it let go of two.  But we are here, at age three and there is no going back, only forward.  Another year of witnessing what wonderful things the boys will do.

 

 

 

 

 

Making Friends

making friends

Something is happening and it is breaking my heart in the sweetest way, the boys are making friends.  For the most part it is still a bit of a forced friendship in that their friends are the children of my friends, nevertheless they are engaging with other kids in a way they never have before.

They have always played with each other.  It must be a twin thing, because they have had their own games between themselves since they could crawl.   However, other kids have largely been ignored.  Sometimes they would take notice of someone, but for the most part, after a quick stare off, they would go on their way and either play alone or with each other.

When Things Begin To Change

And then suddenly, it began to change.  They have started to engage with other kids, fully participating in whatever game has been imagined.  It is so incredibly adorable and fulfilling to watch them play with other kids.  I get filled with love for them and the idea of established friendships from toddler age and as they go through life.

making friends

It is also so interesting to watch how they go about interacting, once again proving how incredibly different they each are.  Atlas is much more social.  He actively seeks out kids now.  It is almost an anthropological experiment to watch him decide who he deems worthy of playing with.  There could be a group of kids but for some reason, he will often find one and walk over, stand right by their side until they notice him, smile at them, then begin to engage in some sort of play.  It often doesn’t matter what the game is, if he is interested in a certain kid, then he will play.  The most amazing thing is that, 90% of the time he chooses a girl. In some ways it doesn’t surprise me that he always chooses the girls, he is devilish in the most engaging sort of way and it is hard to resist him.  I worry for the teenagers who fall for him later in life.

For Kellan on the other hand, it is the activity not the person who draws him in.  He is quite content playing on his own, conjuring up some sort of game, as he is usually the one that creates them, however, if someone is playing something that he deems interesting he will play.  He almost acts as if they are lucky to have him participate, but that is how Kellan has always moved through life.  My husband often says he acts like he is someone who expects his drinks to be paid for.

I am so curious to see how their behavior towards other kids change as they grow or will it essentially stay the same?  I can see Atlas having a lot of friends, where Kellan has a handful of really good ones.  I also worry that Atlas’s need to impress might overwhelm kids or Kellan’s seeming aloofness might be mistaken for indifference.  I guess I can’t control any of it when it comes to them making friends.  I can only watch and enjoy this new chapter in their development and lives and find solace in knowing as much as they are playing with others, they still check in with each other.  They don’t always need to play together but often will stop whatever they are doing and call out for their brother.  Just knowing he is around and ok gives them the confidence and comfort to carry on their way, and that friendship, I hope never changes.

 

 

 

 

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