The magical moment that people have been telling me about / consoling me with for the last two years has finally begun: my kids are all playing together! Yes, it took almost a full two years. For about the first year of their lives, Cash wanted nothing to do with the twins. He eventually got used to the fact that they came everywhere we did, and would possibly hand them a toy now and then, but that was about the extent of it. The twins are also less mature than Cash was in all the same stages and it seems that only recently they've really figured out how to play. Cash had a remarkably long attention span and could play with one toy for hours when he was seriously like 8 months. The twins have just barely figured that they can sit and play with something for more than 15 seconds. (I'm sure my motherhood is deficient here somewhere.) Up until now they've mostly just been a destructive
The first clue I got that Cash actually liked them was when he moved up from nursery to primary in our church. I've personally always thought that must stink - going from playing with toys and getting snacks for a couple hours to have to sit and try to be quiet and listen for the better part of two hours. I mean, they sing and color and stuff, but it's got to be a big change. So every week he'd start asking if his brothers could come with him. Awwww. That was so sweet to realize they really are their own little support system. Now my only worry is that shy and anti-social Cash will never bother to make friends since he has his little buddies to fall back on!
So anyway, all those who consoled me by saying, "Yeah but when they're older and they all play together you'll love it," well, I'm glad I made it far enough (without spontaneously combusting from all the effort it took to get here) to finally start to see it! It is truly delightful.