Husband, self and kids were talking about 'where we would be' if we hadn't had five children.
I said, that if we'd stopped at two, as we'd intended, we'd probably still be dubs as it was the obstroperousness of the twins, their constant screaming, fighting etc that made it impossible for us to go to the meetings so often.
So, we all agreed that it was a good thing we hadn't stopped at two children.
The twins were 'bad asses'! OMG! I wouldn't wish non identical twin boys on ANYONE!
Then, today I was clearing out some old papers and came across a poem I had written, when one of the twins was about 3 and a half years old. He was train mad...in fact he was probably slightly insane at that age as well!
Here goes: (excuse the corniness!)
TANTRUM
Take me to the toy shop mum
I promise I won't be bad.
I won't do what I did last time
And try to beat up dad!
It was all his fault really
The minute he said 'No'
He made me really angry
So I stamped on his poorly big toe!
You've got to see it my way
I only wanted a train,
A new line, bridge and engine,
And I wouldn't have been a pain.
Why don't you understand me,
It's because you don't really care,
You don't really love me,
That's why I'm trying to rip out your hair!
Well, I hope that gives you some idea of the troubles we had with those two. And yet, in their own 'sweet way' they probably did us more good than harm! (I hope!)