We’ve tried to separate them before, with not much luck—lots of tears and anxiety over being apart from one’s twin. But Andy and I decided we were up for another try, so off Eleanor went to Mommy’s salon for a haircut while Henry headed downtown to the barbershop with Daddy.
Both kids did great during their cuts and corresponding lunch dates. I think the anxiety this time was felt more by the parents. I had a moment of “oh crap! I forgot the kids!” as I backed the van out of the driveway and spotted the empty seat in the row behind me. It felt so foreign to not have two, to not have my attention constantly split. It also felt foreign to not attract the stares and smiles that being out with twins usually generates. But I think the outings were good for all four of us, and Andy and I look forward to more opportunities to get to know our children individually. I’m glad I live in twin world, but it’s nice to visit singleton world occasionally.