Posts Tagged ‘TWINS’

The Binky War of 2008


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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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Cody stood about a foot away from the house, facing the foundation and flailing his arms wildly. “Ummm…Cody, you ok?” I asked him. “Momma, look. My haddo is dancing”. Oh, of course, I should have known. His shadow was dancing. Cody and Jake discovered their shadows this week (probably because it’s about the first time they’ve seen the sun in 4 months).

And in an amazing stroke of irony, luck or just coincidence, I also discovered that I had a shadow this week. A surprisingly diminutive shadow who sometimes answers to the name of Cody when it suits him. I’ve only been home full-time for one week, and almost overnight, Cody has become attached to my hip. For the first time in his life, he now cries whenever I leave him. At first, I blamed it on the crowded child watch center at the YMCA where we started to go so I could get a short workout in. I thought I might need to cancel our membership since he just seemed so unhappy there. Three days later though, he had the same reaction when I left him with Auntie Shelly whom he adores. hmmm…..guess it’s him and another glorious phase.

Please, Lord, let this be a phase, or someone might find me standing staring at a wall with my arms flailing. Somehow I don’t think that will be as cute as Cody’s dancing shadow.

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