Twins are hard. I have to do everything twice. Just today Emil spilled a full cup of water at lunch and after I'd cleaned it up, Colin spilled his full cup of water in almost exactly the same place. And that isn't even the first time they've done that.
Everyone (it feels like it really has been EVERYone) told me it would get better - they'd start playing together and being friends. I couldn't imagine it. It's helped that they actually get time apart - I don't know if that was the key - but it's happening. Instead of hanging on my pants and climbing on the counter tops while I cooked dinner last night, they played in the dining room. Colin was Mike Wazowski and Emil was Sully. They pretended the bench was a bunk bed. (Then they took everything out of the pantry and stacked it under the table. For my convenience.) The first photo is them in Bridget's bed pretending to sleep after she'd gone to school. Sneaky devils. I'll often hear Colin say, "Mo funny." They're trying to make each other laugh all the time.
We've added books to their bed time routine. They sit on the rug between their beds and listen to the stories. It's beautiful. (Then they get out of bed 10 times in a row and run around the kitchen island, laughing psychotically.) Emil has been sick the last few days and Colin asks him if he's okay. They care about each other. When I was up in the middle of the night changing Emil's 50th diaper of the day and cleaning up his puke, he shooshed me so we wouldn't wake Colin.
I think I might survive this, you guys! They're going to be friends!