Eight year old Tiny Dancer might be the second born (we won’t tell), but she’s decided she was first. She’s our very strong, sometimes brave, sometimes smart-mouthed little pink and pearls princess. She’s funny, she’s smart…and she could probably take your kid in a fist fight (sigh). She was the first of our five to “meet” Jesus. And if you ask her about her Savior, she’ll tell you He’s changing her daily.
Eight year old Cuddle Bug is silly, smart and sunny. She loves the stage, and she works on choreography and lyrics (secretly) in her room. She wears purple and green cause she loves her twin and has sacrificed pink to the obsession of her other half. If she sees a bug, she’ll squash it…unless she decides to make it her pet.
Our first boy, seven year old Lil Prince, is the knight of our hearts. He’s surrounded by girls, and he handles it like a rock star. He is, however, relived to have a growing brother to wrestle and aid in the princess rescuing. He’s the most sensitive of the bunch, and he can and does (somehow) pay attention while his eyes dart around the room.
Seven year old, Bay Bit, is named for her tininess (once real, now she simply exudes the essence of “tiny”). We might not ever let her outgrow it. She’s feminine and sweet…and she’s very, very loud. She loves to cuddle, and she loves to hug. She also loves gum and chapstick, and she’ll hug and smile her way into the hearts of those who can offer her what she wants.
Four year old Baby Bear is our quintessential baby. Oh, he can be so sweet. And oh, he can be so not. If he had his way (no, he doesn’t always) he’d sleep every night with his face smushed up against mine. His humor and unusually quick wit makes him the center of our family’s attention. Clearly, I was wrong when I worried that a singleton amongst twins might get lonely.