When the girls were younger, people often asked whether they were twins. I still get the question occasionally, but they are on different growth spurt schedules now, so their physical differences are more obvious. Anyway, my usual response is, "No, they are 53 weeks apart. Twins would be easier!" In fact, they are fraternal twins - successive eggs - just incubated and born separately instead of together.
As they get older, I become more and more aware of the fact that the world isn't really designed for siblings who are this close in age. Soccer teams, girl scout troops, and summer camps are damn near impossible for us because in most cases the girls can't be on the same team, in the same group, attend the same session. Without the flexibility of doing everything twice, we are somewhat limited. Back to School Night was no exception. The classes are broken up in two-year increments; last night was for the parents of 1st and 2nd grade students. Of course, I am a parent of both, so I started at the 2nd grade "all teacher" presentation in the auditorium, which made me late for the 1st grade presentation in Beanie's classroom. Then, twenty minutes later while her teacher was still going strong, I had to duck out in order to attend the last part of Pook's teacher's briefing. Granted, I am pretty sure that my attendance, or lack thereof, at these events doesn't really matter to anyone except my daughters (who made things for me to find on their desks), but still...
Next year will be even worse though, when I'll have to attend three separate nights in order to cover Kinder, 2nd and 3rd. Yikes!
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On the bright side, next year Daddy will be there too ! I do feel your pain. Several times either Lorrussia or I found ourselves as the only parent at a back-to-school night for our two oldest. The worst for us was the season of three girls, on three different soccer teams.
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