Initially, R was my bigger, more robust, less prone to ailments and illnesses baby. G was smaller and somehow seemed significantly tinier than her sister even though there was only ever a couple of pounds between them. R has always looked perfect. G went through a scabby and perpetually snotty phase.
I remember a lad in my class at school, a runty little thing who had incredibly bad skin and always seemed to be scratching himself. A few people mocked him and said he had fleas. Everyone gave him a wide berth. I worked myself up into a hysteria that G would be like him and had already mapped out her traumatic journey through school in my head before she could hold her head up.
Over the last couple of months their roles have reversed. Suddenly, R seems like the more vulnerable, daintier baby of the two and weighs almost a pound less than her sister. G is taller than R. G will eat anything but R is more picky with her food. R is more prone to tummy upsets and nursery bugs. R seems to be suffering more with the teething, but G is better at making a bigger fuss about it! G is extremely adept at rolling over and can sit up without support for several seconds. R has only just started rolling properly (and gets really angry when she does it) and still has a whole ‘gangsta lean’ thing going on when we prop her up. During play time, G steals R’s toys while she is still weighing up which one to play with.
My fears for G were unfounded. I don’t have any particular worries about R at this stage but I hope that the height/weight disparity won’t be a feature of their growth. I don’t want a ‘big’ twin and a ‘little’ twin.
