Twinbiguity

When the twins were first born and up until a few months ago, we could rarely go out in public without being stopped several times by curious (sometimes intrusive) people.  The ogling and the questions we could stomach (most of the time) but the touching of our children by strangers drove us insane.  I clearly remember the huffy reaction I received after telling one woman in a consignment shop not to touch Chick.  Her hands were moving in to rub Chick's cheek and I had had it with the intrusion on her personal space.

Lately I have noticed that we encounter these intrusions with much less frequency than before.  We have reached the blessed ambiguity of twindom (reserved only for fraternal twins, no doubt - sorry identicals!).  People can no longer assume that Chick and Pea are twins (Pea easily has four pounds on our petite Chick) and so we are stopped less often. Now when we are stopped it is only to ask if the kids are twins, followed by the ever-so-popular "You have your hands full".

I love twinbiguity.

Our little twinlets playing on the deck yesterday morning after breakfast.  

It was 0˚C (32˚F) and they were still wearing their sleepers, but by geez if they were going to let those two issues prevent them from having fun.