Having twins is challenging… you have double the amount of chores to deal with, twice as many clothes to buy, extortionate childcare costs and your attention is always divided. But I wouldn’t want it any other way.
I’m not sure what I’d do with a singleton. Surely they’d get bored if they didn’t have another toddler on hand to play with, kick, bite and push around (oh sorry, that’s just mine)? And my two work together so beautifully, the best example being at mealtimes. T1 eats meat, T2 eats bread, so they take their little sandwich triangles, dismantle them and swap the bits they don’t want for the bits they do. Same with hard-boiled egg, one will take the yolk while the other only eats the white. Perfect opposites.
I love how they fight and then make up with an over enthusiastic dribbly kiss and cuddle, how they steal each others matchbox car with the sole intention of making the other twin give chase and how they help each other onto the table to get the biscuits by allowing their sibling to climb up their back. Watching the pair of them playing hidey-boo from behind the curtain and hearing their hysterical giggles echo around the house makes me realise that having one baby may be half the work, but I’m sure it’s not this much fun. Twins rock.