are now 6, tall and long-legged and funny, creative and loud but quiet, in Kindergarten and suddenly away from me more than they are with me, loving and lovable and quirky, beautiful and intelligent and exhausting.
Aida loves to create things out of crumpled papers and boxes and cast-off toys. That "trash" in her room? She's playing with that, and heaven forbid anyone tries to throw it away. She leaves the sweetest notes on my pillow that say "Mommy. I love you so so much. Love Aida" and they will never, never get old. I love it when she comes downstairs in the mornings, usually a few minutes before her sister, hair disheveled and glasses off, rubbing her eyes. She likes to be sung to and snuggled in those moments, long legs and all.
Sophie is still our fancy girl. She loves sequins and rhinestones and dresses her stuffed animals up in the most elaborate costumes one could imagine. Each one is beribboned and bedazzled. All of a sudden she is a fluent reader and she perches on her bed with a stack of books and reads.every.word. By herself. She is a dancer and a singer and a dreamer, and loves to giggle uncontrollably with her friends. She is gentle and dramatic and loves to cuddle her baby sister.
We celebrated 6 years of twin delightfulness 2 Saturdays ago with a unicorn pool party (don't all unicorns swim?). The day of their actual birthday they took brownies to school to share with their classmates. Lucy and I met them for lunch in the cafeteria and I marveled at how comfortable they already were in their new environment. Grandmom had a special birthday tea party for their afterschool snack and then we Skyped with Nana and Grandpa and Auntie Cat and Timmy and Ginny and then we headed to McDonald's (always their birthday choice) to meet Daddy for dinner.
Then we came home and Sophie cried because her tummy hurt and 2 hours later she threw up more than anyone I have ever seen. We officially dubbed her as having had "too much birthday" and will probably not return to McDonald's for quite some time. Or forever. Which was perhaps an unexpected birthday present.
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