It's hard to believe that ten whole years have passed since I was squeezing my legs together like a freaking vice so my twins wouldn't be born on my birthday. Yep, call me crazy, but I did NOT wanna have to share the same b-day as my kiddos. I mean, seriously, moms get so few days of recognition as it is! And, dammit, I wanted my own day for myself! Thankfully, my mission was accomplished, and my babies were born three days after my birthday. So, unlike me, they've had to learn throughout the years how to compromise with each other on their shared day of birth, like it or not.
We used to get away with the ol' joint birthday party, knocking out both kids' celebrations in one fell swoop. They pretty much had all the same friends anyway, so it was like killing two birds with the same stone. A few hours with a bunch of sugar-fueled kids running their asses off at Pump It Up, and we could call it a day. As they've gotten older, though, their interests have totally changed, and we've had to succumb to separate parties for separate kids.
So now, we do the whole marathon party day. We go balls-to-the-wall all day long to celebrate each twin's special day separately, respectively. And this year? Well, my daughter's requested a spa day with her friends (what can I say -- like mother, like daughter), while my son just wants to have a few buddies over to play Minecraft in the basement (which, ironically, is not much different than any other given day, but, hey, who am I to argue with simplicity??!!) We like to give the people what they want.
So this Saturday, we'll be gearing up for some non-stop partying with the big ten year olds. Double digits -- I can hardly believe it. A whole decade of memories. And they still are the very BEST gifts I've ever gotten.