Something happened tonight that moved me deep down in this Mama’s heart.  Today, I saw my boys play together for the first time…like really play together with both of them laughing and squealing.  To understand why this was such a great moment, you have to understand a little bit about the way twins (at least my twins) operate.  The very first months with newborn twins you get some warm fuzzy moments as they snuggle together in their sleep, but that’s pretty much all you get for the next umpteen months while they simultaneously learn to roll, crawl, stand, play with toys, clap, giggle, squeal at the dog, all the while having basically zero understanding that their is a potential playmate sitting mere inches away.

The last month or so we’ve had a little more interaction.   Unfortunately, said interaction was more one baby unintentionally tormenting the other one.  A classic example is one day I put both boys in one crib after diaper changes while I washed my hands.  I could hear a cacophony of shrieks from the nursery.   I walked back in to find that Finn had crawled on top of Elliot and was squealing with laugher every time Elliot let out another distressed sob.  Super.  This went on for a while.  Heck, it’s still going on.

But tonight something magical happened.  Both boys were in one crib together after we put their pajamas on.  Finn took across the crib to Elliot and I started toward the crib to rescue my big boy.  Finn reached him and grabbed his back…and Elliot squealed and giggled and turned around and chased after Finn.   Around and around they went both full of glee and laughter.  They rolled and tickled and grabbed and pulled, but suddenly it was all just the most fun game ever.  Mr. Blue and I just sat back and watched them cavort about the crib in one of their first rounds of true brotherly play.  <Mommy heart explodes.>  Best. Thing. Ever.

If you have more than one child, at what age did they start playing together more?