I have nine grandchildren. Baby number eight turned out to be babies 8 and 9. They are now two-years-old, and it is amazing how different they are. One is gentle, calm and serious. The other is kind of like Alvin the Chipmunk. He is always into something. If he's not supposed to do it, you can count on him to do it.
The gentle one is in love with my husband. The two are inseparable. The naughty one is all mine. He has quite the temper. He balls up his fists and makes a mad face. I crack up, so I ball up my fist and together we make mad faces. He thinks I'm quite talented.
What a joy they are. Being a grandparent is the awesome event in my life. Can you imagine nine of them? Each and every one is special, but the identical twins looks alike but are opposite in personality.