Since I had twins, I’ve sort of wondered about the twin connection.
You know, one twin eats an apple and 3,000 miles away the other twin is at the grocery store and inexplicably decides to buy an apple pie. For no reason at all.
Gives you goose bumps right?
Ok, I’m sure they’re are better twin synchronicity stories. But you get my point. And don’t even get me started on all the ones from Elizabeth and Jessica Wakefield of Sweet Valley High. Would blow your mind.
I hadn’t really noticed anything with Chase and Harlowe.
I guess because Chase doesn’t eat apples and Harlowe rarely does her own grocery shopping.
But then it happened.
For two nights in a row, the twins woke up at the same time.
And now you’re thinking, big stupid deal Kintner… they share a room.
BUT THEY DON’T. Not yet, anyway.
Right now, Chase sleeps in the twins’ room.
And Harlowe sleeps in a pack and play all the way downstairs. Yes, all the way downstairs. And yet, they started crying at practically the very same moment. So I think this is pretty cool and freaky and awesome.
Until I realize that for two nights in a row, we left the monitor on downstairs.
So basically, Chase was waking up and crying. Harlowe heard him on the monitor and started crying too.
Which I guess is sort of a high tech 21st century twins connection.
Just a little less cool and a bit less freaky and not really all that awesome.
mama bird notes:
I had the unique opportunity and by unique, I mean one of hundreds, to do a guest post for Marinka’s blog, Motherhood in NYC. If you don’t read Motherhood in NYC, you must because she is absolutely hilarious.
And on The Mouthy Housewives today, I’m answering a question from someone who wants to opt out of Valentine’s Day. And on Babble NY, I’m writing about a family dance party this weekend and the best high chair ever. Man, is that enough to read or what? Hope you’re not in a book club too.