Having eight year old identical twin boys give you all the attention you ever wanted, and all the one you never wanted.
When they were still stitting in the stroller they attracted an other kind of attention. You know when totally strangers are walking up behind you and want to cuddle you babies. Or when people praise God loudly for NOT being the one blessed with twins. Or when they ask you the most personal questions about nursing, wether or not they are "homemade", for how long you were in labour and so on.

I remember this old lady, barely walking on her own, stopping by the baby carriage, looking at my slight darker kids saying: "You haven't bought them here!"
She was right - we were in a grocery shop, and they don't sell babies there...

Well, now they are eight. They don't wear the same clothes, they don't walk hand in hand. Still it looks like people can easily spot them and figure out they are twins. Maybe it's because of their black, big, curly hair?

Or maybe it's their loud voices, their high level of activity, them being very outgoing, the way I seem to not care at all when they start arguing or even fighting...
Well, anyway, I just don't like it. People are looking at us, commenting and shaking their heads.
I don't know how, but everything just escalates around them.
Then again our friends and people we know are so nice! They keep excusing them and telling me they are normal. And some people even tells me how much they admire me for the job I'm doing!
I never had a choise. The fact that there were two of them I never chose. They absolutly are more than double the work of one. But they also are a lot more than double the blessing! I just love watching the interaction between the two of them, love watching their bond growing stronger and stronger. They have and give something other siblings never can fully understand!