“Josie Jump is Mikey’s name.”
“Me not Josie Jump.”
“Jumping up and down is Mikey’s game.”
“Me not Josie Jump. Me not lady.”
While this goes on in loop at least I have got them into their car seats without any aggy….
“Mikey’s in my seat. I want to sit there.”
“You can’t. Me sit here.” (Perks up).
“I’m in your seat then.”
(Unmoved. He’s learning.) “No, me in YOUR seat.”
Cries. “Josie Jump is Mikey’s name…” (fail safe)
Cries. “No me not Josie Jump.”
A lady on the checkout asked if they were twins recently. When I said not she laughed and said Irish twins then, which I assume (as well as being a bit rude) was some reference to us opting to have them close together. They are eighteen months apart. He must have been an easy baby she says nodding to the eldest. “No he just took three years to make. The second one three minutes.” The last bit was voiced only in my head. I smiled instead opting to reinforce the easy baby myth. It is myth right??
They love each other so much and it’s so nice when they pick the same odd socks so “people know we’re brothers” or when they tell each other they love each other or hoot hysterically at each other’s jokes, especially the classic “bum, poo, wee” joke. That is the joke btw. But wow can they wind each other up. The skills the two year old is already mastering leave me almost proud…I heard the classic “Can you see now?”, “Can you see now?”, “Can you see now?” routine from the kitchen yesterday, when the little ‘un was clearly slowly and deliberately visually editing his brother’s favourite Peter Rabbit programme with bizarre moves in front of the television. I’m sure I was still wheeling out that classic on housemates as an undergraduate.
I remember googling and reading about an 18 month gap when I first knew it was a situation that was hopefully on its way. “Like twins, but where one can hurt the other” being the description that I remember most clearly and which has rang the most true. Normally through exuberance. Sometimes through blind copying. Sometimes through ferrel biting.
And its true, you should always worry when they’re quiet. With my two it generally equates to building a “captain stinker”, which basically means putting everything that moves into a pile and jumping on it or most recently managing to open the front door (and get no further – thank goodness they went so quiet when on the brink of such excitement). At what age do they start bluffing….yikes …
The best bit about a small age gap to date is definitely what great buddies they seem to become. Then there is how much they learn from each other and this is a two way exchange already. It’s been lovely to see, especially the moment when the eldest relaxed instantly (from being very prickly!) when the youngest just threw his head back and laughed as an elder boy joined in their game. I so so hope their special bond lasts and that they look out for each other as they grow up. And when they tell each other that their favourite toys are in a dirty river I have so many happy times to remind them of (once I’ve stifled a laugh / pulled out my hair / cried into a cushion – depending on the day).
If you’re facing a similar age gap; it’s tough but what situation involving one or more child isn’t?! Its especially hard when you have essentially two babies in the first few months. I remember both of them crying at the same time, and then my mum starting up at the sight of two babies who both wanted their mum! In those early months – it was intense. But it’s so very worth it and on the days when you can laugh (not every day by any stretch) so very funny.
Overheard at Christmas. “I will open this present as long as nobody says ooooh.”
“Nobody must say ooooh.”
“Oooh. Ooh. Oooh. Ooooooooh.”
“NOBODY must say ooooh. Mum, Mikey’s saying oooohhh.” Cries.
And repeat many times. Before. The classic. What we are all waiting for….
“Josie Jump is Mikey’s name.”