The "twins"

When you move around all over the place and end up living somewhere other than where you grew up ... especially after spending time in a horrible city where everyone expected you to have been born and raised in said horrible city ... you kind of expect to see your closest friends from childhood only back at home - or reunions - special planned trips ...not down the street (or short trip down the interstate).  Much to my delight one of my closest friends moved to the DC area a few years after I did and I couldn't be happier that she is here.  We met in 7th grade and have literally grown up together ... now we celebrate poopy diapers together.  



Our firsts are 4 1/2 months apart and have a very sweet friendship.  Miss M is first on #1s list for most events, even now that he has been introduced to Kindergarten and some "ick" that is GIRLS.  Here they are as babies, then big bad Kindergarteners.

Our seconds are 12(?) days apart.  I have no pictures of them together because they are both so stubborn they would individually find their own age appropriate way of flipping off whatever grown up asked them to pose for a picture.  But here is a picture of all of them together at the baseball game this summer (with Mags, visiting from Florida).

So when I got pregnant last January and told my friend ... I was not surprised to hear, "me too!"  Mr. Right joked that we would deliver on the same day and switch the babies if I had another boy and they had another girl.  That ended up not being necessary since I got my girl and she got her boy ... and a ready-to-play-center-in-his-father's-helmet boy he is!  Meet big man H.

I mentioned the possibility earlier, but then my own baby was born and life has spun blissfully out of control.  H and the Ladybug were born on the same day.  As the universe knows, I delivered late ... and H came a little early.  The chaos that was 48 hours in the hospital included 3 sets of Tampa grandparents and a wild dinner over Margaritas as they all looked at each other and said, "Can you believe this?"  We Mommas and babies obviously missed the party, but it sounds like it was a good one.  We shuffled down the hall to visit each other, but somehow forgot to take a picture.  We finally got a few minutes together after our 6 week appointments to snap a picture of the "twins."  

So who's surprised that our #3s are already fast friends and like to hold hands?  Mr. Right and I have waited six  long years to be able to turn the tables and start our conversation with, "do you know what your son just did/said to my daughter?"