Two Camps, Or Watch While I Attempt To Climb Back On The Wagon

I admire those bloggers who hold down full time jobs, keep a family going, AND manage to post quite often.

What's new in the world of Baby A and Baby B?

Well, nothing too exciting. Still getting those stares. Still freaking out the parents at the day camp when they realize there are two of us. Still playing the twin game with the kids at camp.

Some of the kids are really getting to the point where they can tell us apart. It's mostly kids from last session, but hey, progress is progress.

When kids figure out that, wow, you CAN tell identical twins apart after some time with them, it's usually accompanied by shock and disbelief. "No way! I thought I'd never be able to tell you two apart." Yeah, yeah, we know.

Generally, there are two camps. Camp one consists of those who think/thought they'll never be able to tell us apart. Camp two is made up of those who are determined to tell us apart, and they usually prefer it'd be sooner rather than later.

There are both good and bad things about each camp. Of course, it's slightly obnoxious when people insist that no, never, no way will they ever know which is which. But they make it a game, and don't take any mistakes they make too seriously. It lightens the whole situation. We appreciate the ones that insist they will be able to tell us apart. However, when they make a mistake, they usually flip out or start apologizing profusely, while Baby A and I are all "Dude, it's OK, give yourself a break."

No matter which camp someone belongs to, if he/she spends enough time with us (it's only one day for some, one year for others, completely subjective), you WILL be able to tell. We have different personalities, we walk differently, our voices are different, we wear different glasses (which we can't switch because of different prescriptions), we have distinguishing marks. It's all a matter of time.

Side note: Dad called me Baby A the other day, with our stepmom and two stepsisters in the same room together. It threw everyone for a loop. But, see? Everyone makes mistakes. And one of our coworkers really got it the other day. She examined our faces and said, "You guys don't look all that alike now that I know you." Exactly.

Later (or, Sooner, I'm hoping),
Baby B