Who's the Boss?

This has been a re-occuring conversation around these parts lately. My girls sincerely love each other I believe, but there are times when I feel weary of being the referee. Leah claims that I was bossy when we were children. I have no recollection of this. However if all she claims is true, then I know my girls have come by it honestly.

Frequently my response to the bickering which usually stems from "bossing" is to ask, "Who's the Boss?" My girls have quickly caught on the the whole pushing someone's buttons idea. They are quite skilled at doing this to each other. Reminding them who the boss is seems to chill the victim (which changes from moment to moment) out and give them some sense of freedom.

Steve and I have also had to remind our children that we are in charge. I have recently come to the realization that I no longer have babies but I have "big girls." They like to bathe themselves, dress themselves, and are more determined that ever to do for themselves in general than ever before. This is hard. It's nice at times. It takes some of the burden off of me but other times I just want them to stay sweet and little and innocent...like babies.

Another topic or idea of interest lately, is that of the girls being twins. It's funny...other children their age seem to recognize that they are twins, while they themselves are oblivious to this fact. They are often asked in public if they are twins. Or people will loudly comment that they are twins, only to have my children glare at them as if they are speaking a foreign language. I have tried unsuccessfully to address this subject and try to help them understand. No comprehende.

On a different note: I am frequently asked why I dress the girls alike. I realize this may seem a bit stereotypical. Back to the whole bickering thing - I feel like fighting over who wears what is one battle I am not ready to have. They never complain about it. In fact one day last week, Steve tried to pull the whole dress them differently stunt (Why? I am not really sure) and it failed miserably. Zoe promptly became very upset that they were dressed differently. I often wonder when that luxury will cease but for now it remains intact. For that, I am grateful.

Watch for new posts with pictures coming soon. We had a busy last weekend and have lots to share!

Until then...