Dear Granger and Finn,
Happy Second Birthday!! You two amaze me. Yesterday we were sitting down to breakfast (everything bagels are some of your favorite things to eat at the moment). You two were enjoying what you were eating with your little grubby faces and hands. You were sitting at the table at your grandparents’ house on chairs. Having a matter of fact conversation in your own little language. I was struck in that moment with the thought that one of life’s greatest gifts must be having a twin.
Two years ago, we were thrust into being an accidental family of six. At least that’s how I thought of it at the time. Your births changed my identity in a lot of ways. My identity is quite tied to our family…I’m not sure if you know that. Anyway, I’d never thought of myself as having a large family. I had a hard time picturing myself as a mother of four. And yet, here you were. Undeniable. There were times in that first year that I caught a sleep deprived thought that went something like “man, this baby sure is needy.” And then I’d sort of shake my head around and remind myself that there were two of you, and that individually you weren’t any more needy than your sisters were.
Granger, at this moment in time you’ve figured out the power of pointing. You don’t just point, you bark orders with that finger. You’re a pretty serious guy. And bossy even for a two year old. You’re adventurous, and don’t back down from trying new things. I suppose I’d say your fearless, which is what your spiritual name Nirbhau means.
The words that you know how to speak include:
Granger: (pronounced: Gah-Gah). You refer to yourself in the third person.
Nurse: (pronounced: Na or nana). Nursing is still one of your favorite things to do, whether you’re tired, hungry, or bored.
Go away: Usually accompanied by emphatic hand gestures.
You sign the word for eat. Although that sign is basically pointing at your mouth…and I already mentioned your affinity for pointing.
You still weigh about a pound more than Finn. I once thought of you as my cuddly little Granger. You seemed like you could be content to stay in my arms for hours on end (not that we often had uninterrupted hours to do that). You’re far too busy for that now.
Finn, you’re pretty silly. I don’t know how you’ve already figured out how to make the family laugh, but you have. Your crouched down little walk can get us all rolling. You’re still very much into cuddling and love hugs and kisses.
While Granger uses the power of the pointer finger to communicate, you speak in full on sentences with perfect intonation and affect…I just usually can’t understand the actual words of those sentences. But sometimes I do. I understand it when you say “I wanna nurse” or “I don’t want a diaper change”….even though to others it would surely sound like a bunch of gibberish.
Your words include:
Granger: (Pronounced: gayn-jah)
You sign the word “more”….but always in the context of food.
One of our kitchen cabinets is large enough for two toddlers to play inside of and it has a light inside as well. You two like to pull everything out of there. One of you will lay inside while the other closes the door. I think you could probably entertain yourselves in there for hours. I’ll miss that cabinet in the new house. All four of you have played in there, and there is nothing like it in the new house.
Happy birthday my precious boys. I still think of you as two incredible shooting stars that came down at the same time.
With all my love,
In other somewhat related news…
I was interviewed on a podcast yesterday (well it went live yesterday).
You should go listen to it. It’s a podcast about writing. I talked about this very blog. I also got to read a portion of the boys’ birth story.