It is a shame I did not know a personal photographer when my twins were born. I went to the mall, which was a very, very bad choice. The girl, yes girl, who took one set of photographs of my twins was just awful. I mean, dare I say yuck! I should have sued the company. Now this "photo studio" is no longer in the mall, thank goodness, but there is another one in its place.
The only way I was able to get some really good photographs of my twins was when I took them myself. You know they saying, "If You Want Something Done Right, You Have To Do It Yourself"? Well this is what I had to do. Although, I was not able to take the photographs a real and independent photographers would have take, I did the best I could without all the props and lighting.
Never, ever go to a mall photography studio and trust their "photographer" to take the photographs you want. It is well worth it to have an independent photographer take the most precious photographs of you babies.
But I digress...I totally got of track here. I had to vent a little.
When my twins were a year old, I did hire an independent, professional, photographer who took these photos before they began walking:
So now that my twins are six years old, I look back at their last five years and I just wonder what happened to those years? When did they grow up so fast? By the time my twins were four years old, they were in preschool and learning from their awesome preschool teachers and making friends. In fact, some of the friends they made in preschool are going to school with them today. From age one, my twins have been full of life and always on the go. I think this is one reason why I had to get them into school, for a least three hours a day, three times a week. Then, at age five, I enrolled them in kindergarten. Yeah, they wanted to go and they were ready physically, mentally and emotionally. My twins just have so much energy, I really do not know where they get it from.
Well, another reason why I had to get them into school was because of their fighting. Yeah, I know this is what siblings do, but even when I would separate them at ages one through four, they would, like magnets, become attached to each other...again and the fighting would ensue.
Even as I was playing with them together, my twins would fight for me to play with them one on one. Well, I did play with them one on one, and they would still fight, as I know they become jealous of Mommy spending more time with one twin. From what I have read about twins, their fighting happens more often than singletons do.
When my twins were conceived, they were in a Womb mates..kind of. Well, they were in their own embryonic sac as they are fraternal twins/who look identical and when they were born, they were one minute apart. So, one would think because they were in separate embryonic sacs they would not fight so much, but this would be the wrong conclusion.
Have you ever heard that song by The Offspring, "Come Out and Play" (you gotta keep them separated)? Oh my goodness, I loved this song in the 1990's and now, well now this song is the theme song for my twins. Okay, okay my twins are no where near what this video depicts, but I still have to keep them separated and this song is always in my head, in fact sometimes I sing the song out loud to them. This video maker should re make this video with twins who are in constant fighting mode. The only time my twins are nice to each other is when they are sleeping.
As I see my twins growing, their facial features are changing as well. How I used to love their soft and squishy faces, their baby fat arms, legs, hands and feet. They had hardly any hair on their heads. When my twins were nine months old, I strolled them to the park and we were sitting on a blanket having Mommy and Twin time, when a girl from the local high school comes walking across the grass asking if they were twins, as people usually do, and I said, "Yes they are". Then she asked, "How old are your twins boys?" I said, "My twins are not boys, they are girls." Then she said, "Are you sure?" I looked at her with a puzzled look on my face and said, "Yes they are girls. Baby girls are not born with long hair." This is the photo I look of my twins that day in the park and they look nothing like boys, even at nine months of age.
Switchfoot, "Gone", gone, like yesterday is gone, like history is gone, just try and prove me wrong and pretend that your immortal...Yeah, I can never go back, just forward and see my precious TwiceBabies grow into the beautiful TwiceGirlies they are at this very moment.
As every season in their little lives are changing, so to are the seasons in my life. As my twins grow up and change into beautiful little ladies in Christ, so to am I changing into the Mommy they need me to be, and I want to be, in Christ because "I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength." Philippians 4:13 KJV.