This month my babies turned into toddlers. Part of me wants to cry and the other part wants to leap for joy.
They are changing every day! I am so grateful that I have the privilege of staying home with them each day. I would be missing so many little things if I were gone.
They have discovered how to open and shut the little door on their play gym. This is a source of eternal fascination for them. Open-shut. Open-shut. Hit your twin on the head when she tries to keep it open. Cry. Laugh. Repeat.
Their favorite toys this month are balls. BA! BA! they shout and go toddling after it. They pick it up, squeeze it tight, drop it and sometimes kick it. And yes, they fight it.
Here's Jossy, coddling her favorite red ball. My BA! All mine!
Here comes Jorry. No, my BA!
Uh-oh. I can see where this is going….
Good thing they were on the grass. No-one got hurt and actually, no-one cried. After all, they've been fending each other off since they were in my womb. So, this was nothin'.
When you think about it, some adults are just like big babies. They don't fight over important things like toys. Just stupid stuff like money and power. 
And even though my twins fight over stuff, they also learn from each other. Sometimes this is good: if one twin starts saying a word, the other twin starts copying her. For example, Jorry has a fascination with dogs and thinks every animal is one. She will point, bounce up and down and shout: DOD! DOD! OH! OH! DOD!
Jossy has seen her twin do this so many times that now she does the same thing. There's a neighborhood kitty who has been showing up at our house recently. The twins see her and start banging against the window and shouting: DOD! DOD! DOD! OH! OH! OH!
It doesn't matter how many times I say "kitty," they are convinced it's a DOD.
Sometimes they learn bad habits from each other. Jossy is the screamer. When she's frustrated, she shrieks and walks backward until she bumps into a wall or a chair. Then she slides down until she's sitting and either bangs her head against the wall or kicks her feet around.
Jorry never did this until last week. Suddenly, out of the blue, Jorry threw a copy-cat tantrum. She walked backward, bumped into the couch, slid down and kicked her feet. It was a pitch-perfect imitation. I burst into laughter.
"Nice try, Jorry," I said. Jorry quit her hollering and looked at me like: What? I didn't fool you?
Then she laughed, too.
Man, being a mom is so much fun.
