Every day, we exercise our laughter.

I say, "ok girls, it is time to laugh." Our fake "hahas" always turn into big real laughs. This is fun. This is nice considering 80 percent of the rest of the day is sounds like this, "no, do not bite your sister. no, do not write in that book. stay on that potty or put your diappy back on. please stop screaming. leave Archie alone." To most of these things, Rachel has now started to say, "Go away, Mommy. Go away." Then Ani chimes in half heartly, "go away." Then Rachi to Ani, "go away, AnYA, go away."

Me and my chorus of "go aways." I am not angry at this. I love that Rachi is asserting herself. I love this, but I also wish my daily life was not so full of fighting. I often feel like the girls really dislike one another and this makes me sad. There are small moments, though, when one helps the other take off her pants to potty or one finds a toy for the other that give me hope. Sometimes I look at the girls and think, "you are two who came from one." This must be so cosmicly messed up. Ya know? Like how does that feel at some sort of core level? I keep thinking of the season of Farscape when Crighton was cloned and he became Crighton Green and Crighton Black and one of them got to go off and fall in love with Aeryn and the other was just stuck on that stupid ship. I know the girls barely even know where they came from, that they were very briefly, so small and round and red in my tummy as one. It was really only days, I think. But they started off as one and I cannot help but think that this has got to do something to you in some way.

The photos below show that my laughing exercises have paid off. Here Rachi poses, laughing in my zombie shirt:

And here, Anya looks like she should be named Tawny or something. So bubble bubble laugh laugh:

And here, the girls crack each other up while their Nanna sets them up in Easter hats and scarves.