Birthday turning into a
Birthmonth Party…

We have recently learned that 5 days in Nashville is not significant enough birthday celebration for twin girls turning 17.

Um, and who decided this?

NOT the parents.

Appparently, the Nashville trip falls under the Never Enough Syndrome.

Because getting to personally meet AND touch Taylor Swift was not enough.

Wednesday, which is their actual birthday, I’ll be sure to show you the sheet they tossed on my bed entitled “Bday Plan” early last week.

Because when I was growing up, we spent the whole MONTH celebrating whoever was born that month. NOT.

In a family of six, that would be half the year spent celebrating birthdays.

Don’t get me wrong, we do celebrate (quietly, in our hearts) being the parents of four healthy children. We really do.

But these twin daughters of ours are testing our patience more than usual.

I’m sure it’s because they are twins and have had to share everything.

Starting with my womb. As if this is my fault?

They’ve shared a room. They’ve shared a birthday cake every year.

Mothers of multiples, no judgment here please! Remember we all get to choose whether we dress them alike and if they are split up in school and if one cake with two names works for our family and all those other major decisions that parents of multiples are plagued with.

On the positive side, they are literally best friends and it warms my heart…when they aren’t fighting.

Today I thought I would take a few moments to post about ONE twin instead of two. Yes, I confess, it is hard to not consider them a unit even though they are not siamese. Heck, they’re not even identical. It’s just easier to refer to The Grunter, The Girls and Scary Baby.

So today, I choose Wizzy.

Because as the younger of the two, she always seemed to have to go last for everything.

Well, that and her twin was the dominant a.k.a. bully twin for many, many years.

So here is my photo tribute to Wizzy who is the biggest people-pleaser of our four kids.

She is a peace keeper and a friend to all. She is funny and kind. She is sweet and fiery. She is a leader and is always the first to help. She has a huge heart and loves everyone.

She displayed athletic talent and basketball skill very early. Check out those Converse Chuck Taylor high tops!

She was the best belated Father’s Day present PhilBillPaul has yet to receive.

She let me dress her up in girlie clothes for years. She’s still the *easy* twin to shop with for clothes!

She is unique in every way. She didn’t really resemble her other 3 siblings and is our only redheaded child. Then her cousin visited from Texas and we realized she is a Humphreys through and through. We are still amazed at how much they look alike!

She was the last lucky duck to ride (and drive) Grandad’s golf cart. They had so much fun together with special one-on-one time!

She wasn’t so lucky on Friday when she went to play golf and an errant shot from another hole hit her in the stomach while she was selecting her club. I almost cried when she came home and showed me this horrible mark on her stomach. Notice that she smiled and let me take a picture. Did I mention she finished the round and injuries don’t get in the way of competition.

Disclaimer: Not a lesson she learned from me. I would have stopped playing and drove home crying and stayed in bed for a few days.

Finding out a “redneck” golfer (I’m trying to be nice here) did not even yell “FORE” which is proper golf etiquette when you hit a bad shot and you MUST warn everyone within the sound of your voice.

Thank goodness that she is okay and it didn’t hit her in the head–we would have spent the weekend in the hospital.

Sidenote: If you don’t know or understand all the intricate rules of golf, do us all a favor and learn them before you come out on the course and ruin the game for others. There are books that you can read about the rules or if you can’t read, watch a video. Or, you can’t learn the rules, take up a less complicated sport.

Finally, my lovely, tall, lanky daughter is truly a delight to be around. She wakes up singing like a bird (not inherited from either parent) and really does try to make the world a better place.

Before she embarks on her next journey to make a new friend, help a stray animal or bring a smile to a stranger’s face she has an important job to do. She needs to go shopping for some new jeans because Sunday night she bent over and split her favorite jeans and even if mama could sew, I don’t think we can repair these…

We love you, precious daughter…