This is a week late. And photo heavy. And text light but I feel like every post is just me repeating myself about how fast the baby months go. How much the girls are changing, how different they look and act and feel...
In the last few weeks the girls have taken notice of one another, and watching them touch each other's faces and suck each other's fingers and converse back and forth with coos and cries is a wonder. Everywhere I go there are twins. Twin children. Mothers of twins. Grandmothers of twins, women pregnant with twins. They're everywhere and they're wonderful and supportive and positive and it's a pleasure hearing the stories of sisters who shared wombs and rooms and still live together as roommates, who "call each other a hundred times a day." And I love being a part of their club.
Then there's the "are they identical?" comments, which almost EVERYONE asks. It's silly! And I just... don't even... I mean, come on, people. COME ON!
Their differences become more pronounced every day but every once in a while they look alike to me. Something in the chin or maybe the cheeks or how they both raise their eyebrows.
Or maybe it's just that for all their differences, I love them just the same. (I'm pretty sure I wrote that already. I'm pretty sure I wrote ALL of this already. And I'll probably write it all again. And again. And again.)
*edited to add: Fable, Bo and Revi's dresses were handmade by my mom. Thanks, mom!