when I was like 3 yrs old, my sister was born… I would never let anyone touch her, or come near her. I would draw a circle using a chalk-piece around her cradle and would stand guard. only our mother was allowed through, and sometimes dad too. “No one is to touch the baby!!”

And if someone disobeyed, I used to fight that person, and after several unsuccessful attempts to push him/her out of the circle, I would start yelling and crying. Just imagine a 3 year old boy threatening his granny about staying out of a circle!

But things do change… She has grown up now, and so have I.

18 years after that circle saga, I’d still draw the same circle for her, but I guess she would walk out of it herself

Over the Christmas break we decided to take the kids out individually for quick runs to the store etc because it’s rare that the boys are separated. The first time we tried it we let Max know that he was going to store and started getting him ready. Alex didn’t really understand what was happening so he happily ran around helping us get Max’s socks, shoes and coats on no doubt thinking he’d be next. When Max left and Alex finally realized what was happening he started crying and threw himself in front of the door refusing to get up. Despite my efforts to console or distract him he just stayed by the door crying for his “bradah”. It was the saddest thing watching that little baby laying on the ground missing his twin. Later when Max came back they both ran, screaming with excitement, towards each other as though they’d been apart for weeks! It was definitely wonderful and terrible all it once.
.-= Cristal´s last blog ..Because everyone else is doing it! =-.

When I was 8, I announced I was leaving because my younger sisters were irritating me. I pulled all of my clothes out of my dresser, stuffed them into bags and dragged them to the front door. My sisters were hysterical and my mom handled me the same way you handled G. I very clearly remember her asking me, “Jennifer, my love, where are you going to sleep?”
To which, I replied, “In my bed. I’m bringing it with me.”
“And what are you going to eat?”
“I’m taking some granola bars and cereal from the cupboard!”

A long story short, she asked me to wait to leave until the morning when my sisters were still asleep. They were crying so hard and begging me not to go, that I agreed to wait so they would not know I was going. By the next morning, the idea was completely gone from my head.

I watch my b/g twins play together and see how attached they are. I often wonder, too, what they will do when they are separated. Except for about 12 total hours, they have always been within about 20 feet of one another. I’ve been worrying about it more and more in the past few months.
.-= Jennifer U´s last blog ..How Santa Found Us =-.

My Jessica tried to spend the night at a neighbour’s a few months ago, just because it was fun. There wasn’t nearly the same level of drama, but Melody did tell her, “It makes me sad if you don’t come home”, to no avail. Finally, we convinced Jessica to put the sleepover off until a weekend night, and the neighbour toddler ended up sleeping over at our house.
.-= Sadia´s last blog ..Miscellanea =-.