Hello world, it’s us. The twins. Well, it’s me, Carrie, writing on behalf of both of us.
We thought it was about time the world heard our side of the story.
Sure, you’ve heard all the “wah, wah, my bey-beyz barfied on everything” nonsense our mom and dad still whine about on a regular basis.
News flash: we have not puked since like, December. Except for that one time that Ellie puked like 6 times in a row. Not sure what was up with that, but whatevs. Sometimes a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.
So Mom and Dad are all like, “Get off the coffee table!” and “Point to your nose!” and “Say, ‘more please!'”
It’s all well and good that they want us to be all verbal and respectful and stuff, but Ellie and I have been talking it over and we think it’s pretty amazing that we can climb on the coffee table.
I mean, a year ago, it was a big deal that we could roll over. Now? We can hurl our 25 pound bodies up on the glass coffee table faster than you can say, “Babe, you watching the twins?”
Y’know what else? We rock the tech. Give us an iPhone or a remote control and we can do some serious damage. Two weeks ago, we got Siri to call one of Mom’s work contacts. Three weeks ago, we turned on Telemundo AND set the DVR to record it.
Doods – there are people like five decades older than us who can’t figure out how to record stuff on the DVR. We got it LOCKED. DOWN!
Also? We are good babies. We know we are. Sure, we don’t like the nursery at church and get all up in the sweet church ladies’ grills, but ya win some, ya lose some. It’s all in the name of scoring a few extra gold fish crackers and cheerios while you’re up in church and we’re doing time.
And sure, we tend to run off in opposite directions when you try to play with us outside. It’s called strategy. Ellie and I figure that if we divide, we will conquer. And it works.
While it seems like we’re smart cookies, we do a few repetiviely dumb things, like walking straight off the step down into the family room. Mom, Dad, I don’t think we’re Mensa material, but I don’t think we’ll be a total bust either.
You gotta take the good with the bad, for sure.
Guys, I know you’re gonna be all up tight and all “my kids have to excel at all things” and stuff, but chill. It’s gonna be OK. We’ll learn how to talk. We will likely go to college potty trained. And we’re probably gonna do some bone-headed things in the meantime.
I mean, Mom, you got your TONGUE stuck in your BRACES. And Dad, is there anything you DIDN’T hit with your head?? You both turned out OK, right?
So yeah. It’ll be fine. Have a glass of wine on the porch, but keep it down. We’re trying to catch our z’s.
Until then, peace out P’s (Parents).
Carrie & Ellie