Tuesday, October 6, 2009


You know how some of those really popular blogs have those nutty commenters who like to say "FIRST!" if they're the first to comment?

I always picture these "First!" fanatics sitting in front of their monitors, constantly refreshing the screen with the hope that a new post will be there, twitchy fingers poised over the keyboard, just waiting for the moment they can type those 5 letters + exclamation point faster than they did the last time and maybe, just maybe, if they can just shave .02 seconds off their time, they will finally be "FIRST!"

Now, as you may have noticed, my little blog here is teensy tiny, and thus I clearly do not have "First!" commenters. But, I do have twins, which strangely enough, is remarkably similar.

Aidan and Owen both have an incessant need to be "FIRST!" It doesn't matter what the activity is. It doesn't even matter if 2 seconds ago they were protesting the exact same activity. As soon as one twin wants something, the other twin wants it too. And he wants it "FIRST!"

Everything lately is a race. I can sense the adrenalin from the moment they first get up in the morning, when they jockey for prime position to hold my hand as we walk down the stairs. They know that whoever gets my right hand will be closer to the kitchen once we hit the landing, and whoever is closer to the kitchen can make a run for it and be "FIRST!" to the breakfast table. Which apparently is important because...I have no idea why.

Or, for example, say that one twin (let's call him Aidan) notices a fun object across the room. He thinks "Hey, that might be fun to play with!" The other twin (let's call him Owen), sensing Aidan's slight shift in position, takes notice. They lock eyes on the object, and then on each other... and then they both make a mad dash for it because as God is my witness somebody has to be "FIRST!"

And oh, the drama that ensues after one of these episodes. Because the whole point of being "First!" is to lord it over the person who wanted to be "First!" but wasn't. Nobody actually cares about the breakfast chair, or the fun object, or their mommy's hand...it's all about the euphoria of being "First!"

Unless, of course, it's time for bed. Then nobody wants to be "First!"

Typically we deal with these situations by putting whatever object the boys are fighting over into time-out. For some reason, this causes them a lot more angst then being put into time-out themselves (probably because they would just compete over who got out of time-out "First!".) But this doesn't always work. As much as I would love to put myself in time-out when they fight over my hand, I don't think they'd really let me get away with it....especially since my time-out would probably involve a nice glass of pinot grigio and some online shopping.

I just hope they outgrow this phase before they start organized sports. Otherwise, I'll have no idea who to cheer for.


Don't forget to vote for Twinsomnia as "Funniest Blog" over at Multiples & More! There's still time for me to make a comeback and come in "First!" Get it? Now that's funny, I don't care what you say. ;-)


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Megan said...

LOL ... I was just waiting for somebody to do that! :-D

MamaOtwins+1 said...

Darn, I wanted to say FIRST!

I hate to burst your bubble, but mine haven't grown out of it yet. Things still get taken away, we now have assigned seats at the breakfast counter, dinner table, and car. And I have no idea how they sense the shift, but they do, and now it may turn into a knock down drag out for the BLUE leash when it is time to walk the dogs because the RED leash is some how horrible (same brand, same size, different colors).

Sadia said...

My girls are verbal (oh, so very very verbal), and they've recently figured the "first" thing out. They take turns being line leader! And they take turns being second! And they're so excited to have learned the word "third" that sometimes they'll ask me to do whatever it before them just so they can say "third". They'll outgrow it, I promise.

Helene said...

I've tried the whole "the toy goes on time-out" thing and it backfires on me everytime. Then they just start fighting over another toy. I once threatened to take all their toys away and they all just stared at me for a few seconds and then started laughing. Evil, evil children....

Lani said...

Oh boy.. As much as I think my kids make me crazy now, I just know there's a whole 'nother level of it just around the corner:)

Anonymous said...

Hello - I am an aunt to one year old triplets and just wanted to say how much I enjoyed reading your blog. "First" reminds me of my best friend since I was five years old..we used to always pour our KoolAid to make sure we each had EXACTLY the same amount because, you know, one couldn't have more than the other. Even though..there was a full pitcher in the fridge and we were free to get refills. Why? Anyway, enjoy your babies, they grow up so fast!!

Melanie said...

I have already seen hints of this type of bahavior from my 10mo twins. If I pick one up, they will actually look down at the other as if thinking 'she picked me up and not you. nana nana nana.' Good to know it only gets better.

Megan said...

I'm not sure if I'm relieved to hear I'm not alone, or terrified of what the future holds. Oh well...what can you do. :-)