I can't understand why we are only allowed to have one birthday a year.
I am going to have to wait a whole year until my next birthday which is half of my whole life so
far. It will seem an interminable wait to me. Yes, this is Faris again. You couldn't really expect Nanni to write the Daily Blog today, not when she is busy clearing up after my party. Volunteering to write this was, I felt, the Very Least I Could Do.
By the way, Nanni says that when a person reaches her Great Age, the time between one birthday and the next seems to vanish in a flash. She says it is something to do with the proportion of your life lived, which is
why I have to wait half my life for my next birthday, while she only has to wait just under one-seventieth of hers. I expect this is a Matter Mathematical so, let's face it, it is all a bit above my head. Still, I thought you might be interested in Nanni's
theory. She tends to have a lot of them, some more interesting than others.
Nanni's sister, Auntie Maggie, came to my party. She is a lot like Nanni, not necessarily to look at, but she tends to say much the
same things. She also laughs - and cries - at the same things as Nanni does and she is a Good Player of Games. It would have been funny to have known them both when they were young, back in Historic Times. Nanni says when she was a little girl, she used to
wish that she and Maggie were twins. I expect that is why she is pleased that we now have twins in our family. She probably thinks it's the next best thing to being a twin herself. I wouldn't know because there is only one of me. Apparently, according to Mummy,
I am Unique. I am not quite sure what that means but I am guessing it is something to be proud of.
When we arrived at Nanni and Grandad's house, the Giant Penguin was standing on the doorstep with a birthday
cake on his head. Not a real birthday cake, you understand, but a pretend one. I was a bit worried that Nanni might make me wear the Birthday Cake Hat, what with me being the Birthday Boy and all but fortunately she didn't. I think she might have meant to,
but she forgot with so much else going on. I suppose I must be Thankful for Small Mercies.
It was a most exciting day. When I woke up, at home, before we drove to Worthing, there was a mountain in the living
room. Well, I thought it was a mountain at first but it turned out to be a giant slide, covered up with a sheet. Up and down, up and down I went - what a great present! There were more presents to be opened at Nanni's. I knew we have presents at Christmas
but I didn't realise till yesterday that we have them on birthdays too. This is one of the reasons why I think we should have more than one birthday a year.
Uncle Baz, who is married to Auntie Maggie, was
very keen to cuddle the Twinkles but as soon as whichever one he was cuddling started to cry he would hastily hand her over to Mummy or Nanni or Auntie Maggie, then pick up the twin who was quiet. "Mine is being good!" he kept saying, which made everyone laugh.
Except the twins. I don't think they understood the joke but then they are only a quarter of a year old. I expect, when they are bigger, they will understand, say when they are four months old or so.
a slideshow of my life so far, from the day I was born to now. All the women in the family cried. I can't imagine why me being born was bad enough to make them all cry. I will never understand women. Daddy says the same. He took me out to play football in
the back garden, then we went for a long walk. He said that this was to release some energy as Mummy said I was behaving like a Rampaging Rascal. Then, when we came back, Nanni brought in my birthday cake, with candles and all. Daddy told her that she had
now given me a Sugar Rush, so undoing all the good effects of the football game and long walk. He was laughing as he said it, though. You can't really be cross with Nanni because she always tries hard, even when things don't turn out the way she wants them
too. She was more than a bit worried about the birthday cake she had baked for me, for example, but I have never seen anything like it. I mean this in a good way, in case you are wondering.
cake, food and family. What better birthday could I possibly have? At least till next year...
Tala and Lilia say: our brother, Faris, who is Our Hero, was two years old yesterday. We think this must be a Great
Age to be. We were a quarter of a year old on exactly the same day. Nanni says this will make it a bit easier to remember the exact day we were born. It must be difficult when you have ten grandchildren like Nanni and Grandad though at least they can tell
us apart. Not everyone can although Mummy tells everyone that we are not identical. We don't know what identical means. Maybe it's another word for sleepy?
We both slept through some of the party, but between
us we pieced it all together. That's the best about being twins. What's bothering us is, when it comes to our birthday, will we get two of everything or will we have to share? We are sorry if this sounds like we are greedy, we aren't, not really. Only when
it comes to milk.
Faris thinks we will have two birthday banners and maybe even two cakes, though he isn't so sure about that. Plus he says that wanting two of something can't be bad.
After all, Mummy wanted two of us.