Not every blog entry can be deep or have a message or inspire people to change their lives for the better of society. Every time I sit down at my keyboard I can’t just magically cure blindness or single handedly prevent a global act of terrorism or convince PBS to stop airing Caillou (God knows I’ve tried). I’m not Oprah. Plus, between Jersey Shore and Biggest Loser Where Are They Now specials, I’m pretty busy.
Although I can’t always bring it, I do have these two-year-olds who seem to love the lens only slightly less than Tyra Banks. The other day Sadie was mid crying jag when Jon brought out a camera. She looked at him and still crying, tilted her face toward the camera and whimpered cheeeese. Imagine the “Tres jolie, Coco” moment in Fame -crying and performing.
And then there’s Matilda who is convinced she’s Angelina Jolie. She just has to smell a camera to start making a sexy face. You’d think we were behind the camera coaxing her, work it Mattie! Sell it Sweetheart! You own it! The camera loves you, baby! YOU’RE A STAH! (Imagine I’m an obnoxious Brit)
I give her a year before she refuses to get out of bed for less than ten thou.
The other day I was at the park with them when Mattie broke into a gallop and approached a group of friendly strangers to say hi and give them a little dance -her signature greeting. They all giggled at her and said hi back and then watched her trot back to me and Sadie. Then they all sort of got silent for minute at started to stare. At first I thought maybe I was being a little paranoid, oversensitive. But then I heard them comment to each other in what they mistakenly thought were lower tones trying to figure out if Sadie and Mattie were twins. “I don’t think so but they are definitely close in age” I heard one say. “One is so little.” I could hear them easily and I felt my face get hot. What the fuck? Were we a museum exhibit? I couldn’t understand why I was upset, maybe I figured I was getting past the obvious phase.
As I walked by, on my way out, one of the men in the group asked if they were twins and I said yes. He said “I thought so but they’re, well, so different.”
“Yeah,” I said. “One is a lot smaller.”
And then I realized I didn’t care. Because those people were only staring at the cover of the book. They’d never even read the first chapter so how could they possibly know our whole story?
Our twins were born two years ago on November 26th weighing 2lb and 4lbs. Three weeks later, Matilda came home and right before Christmas, Sadie joined her. Our little Christmas miracle.
How weird is this? Natasha Bedingfield was born Nov. 26th.