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I get a lot of sympathy from people when they find out that I am raising twins. A lot of pats-on-the-backs and undeserved praise. Truth is that after that blur of the first year, (in which I spent nursing, cat napping, and blindly diapering anything with cheeks) I've really enjoyed parenting in pairs. I often feel sad for Tobin that he doesn't have a very best friend in the house. Don't get me wrong, Phoebs and Jabes are very different. More like roommates that met on Craigslist than twins, but they are such an example of love and unselfish life of devotion. They make me want to be a better friend and wife. Never pitty me, I've got a good gig.