No, potty training twins is not like that. At all.
Yes, I know I'm not a total novice when it comes to potty training. Ashley is potty trained, for goodness sake. But I wouldn't necessarily say that I "trained" her. It was more like I stuck her on the potty at various intervals and prayed like hell that she'd know what to do. And eventually, thank the Lord, she did. I may have pulled quite a bit of my hair out while waiting for her to figure things out, but despite my worries it appears she will not still be wearing diapers when she goes off to college. Phew.
I was hoping it would be the same way with the boys. But once again, my free range parenting efforts have been thwarted by the twin dynamic.
Have you ever heard of tag-team potty training? No? Neither had I, until my twins invented it.
Basically, Aidan does all the pee-ing, while Owen does all the flushing. I've tried to explain to Owen that if they both pee, there will be even more flushing excitement. But Owen just looks at me like "Don't worry mama, Aidan's got the peeing part covered. I'm just here to flush." And Aidan. Aidan is just plain getting spoiled by having his own personal flusher ready at a moment's notice. Who does he think he is, Richie Rich??
Anyway, don't even get me started on poop. God forbid either of them poop in the potty, so we don't have a pooper/flusher dichotomy on that
There are good things about tag team potty training, though, I must admit. Like on the rare occasion when Owen actually sits on the potty and starts yelling at me that he peed, Aidan will immediately run out of the bathroom and inform me that Owen is full of shite (literally) and that there is definitely no pee in that potty. Not in so many words, but you get the picture. So that helps that I don't have to get off the couch.
But other than that? Not much fun. I'm losing more hair by the minute, and I'm already having a bad hair month so this is not good timing.