It doesn’t take more than a passing glance to notice that Louis and August are not identical. It took a couple of days to see their differences–slimy, bright pink newborns all kind of look the same–but sure enough, Louis is olive complected with dark hair and dark eyes and August is very fair with reddish hair and blue eyes.

Most people look at them and comment on how they don’t look alike, which is fine, but some people have some very odd responses. Here are my two favorites:

First, at least once a week, someone leans over my double stroller, looks at my two boys, and exclaims, “well, they can’t be twins!” Um. . . excuse me? I assume they’re saying this because the boys looks so different, or because they’re different sizes, but really. If they don’t look like they’re nine months apart, I’m not sure WHAT they think I’m carting around with me. I don’t know about you guys, but I’m certainly not borrowing an infant to take around with me, and even if I did, I wouldn’t buy a special stroller specifically for that purpose.

The other one that got me was when a woman peered into my stroller the other day. Keep in mind, I don’t actually invite people to stare at my children, but twins are just one step above circus freaks and people don’t even try to hide the fact that they’re coming over to ogle your children. So she looks over my two guys and say, “not identical, huh?” To which I reply, “not even a little bit!” And then she looks back at them and says, “well, that’s OK.” Ummmmm. . . what? Of course it’s OK! Most people’s kids don’t come as matching sets and they seem to do just fine. I don’t know about you guys, but I prayed at night that my children would be healthy–not that they look like each other. Sheesh!