I am somewhat of a contradiction.
I am an introvert. I love to be at home. I recharge my batteries by being alone. Big crowds make me nervous. Having to make small talk with people I don't know really makes me nervous.
I love attention. You know when it's your birthday and they sing to you at the restaurant? I love that. I always want everyone to know when it's my birthday. August 9th by the way. An accomplishment? Let's tell the world. And who doesn't love receiving complements?
So it may or may not come as a surprise to discover that I love the attention having twins brings. I know from reading other multiples blogs that many people do not like this attention. I think it's great. On any trip--the grocery store, the mall, Sam's Club when buying 6 giant cans of formula, the park, people notice. It's kind of hard not to when you're pushing around a bus.
"Oh, are they twins?"
"They are adorable. Look, that one is smiling at me." (Usually Brady, but yesterday it was all Carter.)
"Are they identical?" (I don't think they look anything alike, but we still get this one a lot.)
"Oh, double trouble!" (No, double the blessings.)
"Wow, you must have your hands full." (Yes, but I love it.)
And my favorite: "You sure don't look like you just had twins." (Why, thank you.)