Mine.

Quick quiz: What do the following words all have in common?  Binky. Milk. Chair.  Mommy.  Hockeystick. Drum. Bowl. Mommy.  Dinosaur.

Before you get any notions that “Mommy” and “Dinosaur” share some kind of age-based connection, let me give you the answer.  Between 6 and 8am last Monday, they were all claimed as “mine” by Jakey Boy.   “Busy morning,” you might say.  “Typical morning,” I’d growl.

I have noticed that Lewis and Clark have nothing on Jake and Cody when it comes to claiming territory recently.  And with twins since there’s always someone to compete with, the claims begin early and continue until bedtime.  Good times.

I thought we were going to be in decent shape with this particular toddler mine field.  After all, the boys should be used to sharing things with each other since their days in the womb, right?  And of course we helped minimize struggles as much as possible by having two of just about everything.  We bought toys in the same color, same style, same character to avoid battles.  But that didn’t matter…of course Jakey wanted CODY’S blue truck, green kazoo, red hockey stick.

Yesterday afternoon as I got them both out of their cribs and picked them both up together, Cody whimpered, “No want two boys. Want my mommy.”  Not much I can do about that one.  I guess they will be learning to share whether they like it or not.  Cody may not want two boys, but I must say I love “mine.”

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