The day I told my husband we were having twins, he froze and didn?t say a word for a week. We already had a six-year-old daughter, so we both knew how hard it was going to be, with twice the diapers and bottles. We knew it would be a lot to juggle, and it was. I was so sleep-deprived, I pretty much can?t remember the first two years with twins. 
But after that, it got to be a lot more fun?in a certain toddler-madness-cereal-all-over-your-floors-24/7 kind of way. If seeing two toddlers giggling together?because they managed to open the cupboard, spill the olive oil, and then practice sliding across the kitchen on it?is your type of fun, then yes, it was fun.
It was also heartwarming: they?d hold hands while in the crib, my son would instantly calm down when his sister was next to him, and they had their own secret twin language. Sometimes, my daughter (always the protector) would be the only one who could understand what her brother was saying, and she?d tell everyone else what he was trying to communicate.  From the beginning, they had many differences, too. My son was always crying, and hardly slept. His twin sister was calm, curious, adventurous and early with all her milestones. At the kiddie playground, my daughter would try to climb the slide, while my son preferred to sit in the stroller. He wouldn?t even try unless I held his hand every step of the way. It was hard to manage both their needs, as I was literally pulled in two directions?running after my daughter, w...