Ooh, the mysterious vibe. How old are the twins now?

The twins are a year old now. We love them to bits, but I will say that I agree with Kat about this.

Plus people who have kids after twins are NUTS.

It wasn’t an easy year for us.

But you have to think of the poor twins. Not only do they have two psychologists for parents (even one is too much of a burden for any kid), they are identical twins with two parents who study identical twins for a living. Only time will tell if they can overcome this hardship.

I'm sorry. There is no reason to be feeling sorry for myself. Three large glasses of wine are screwing with my head.

Okay, in a token effort to mingle with the humans I just bought a ticket to this. [link]

they are identical twins with two parents who study identical twins for a living.

Yikes! In the interest of science and their well-being, I urge you to dress one like an Ewok and the other like a Dalek.

I'm sorry. There is no reason to be feeling sorry for myself.

I beg to differ. You're having a very shitty year.

Okay, in a token effort to mingle with the humans I just bought a ticket to this.

Right on! Go team socialization!

Maria, I was pouting and weepy earlier simply because I'm getting my period. *I* should not have been feeling sorry for myself. You've got too much on your plate, but I'm very glad you're here.

Not only do they have two psychologists for parents (even one is too much of a burden for any kid), they are identical twins with two parents who study identical twins for a living.

I desperately want to write a book about you all now.

I desperately want to write a book about you all now.

And I desperately want to read it.

Aw, honey. You've had a really rough, long run of late. You've got plenty of reasons to give the universe the finger, no fault in acknowledging that.

I beg to differ. You're having a very shitty year.

There are lots of other people having shittier years than I am. I, at least, will have a job to detest. We're not going to lose the house. It's just a blow, after being told and groomed all of your life to be extraordinary, to finally figure out, no, you're really not. And nothing is really going to change that.

It's on me to work on accepting it.

I feel somehow deeply ashamed, because, my hand to God, we really did neither jack nor shit to potty train her. Her daycare provider did it all M-F 8-6, starting when Matilda was younger than I would even have thought of starting, and then one evening when Hec picked Matilda up she said, "Oh, maybe you should get her a training potty for your place. I think she's ready."

As a point of interest - purely academic, you understand - at what age are we talking?

Yikes! In the interest of science and their well-being, I urge you to dress one like an Ewok and the other like a Dalek.

At least the Ewok will have empirical evidence to back up the complaints that "you loved the other one best!"