It’s been awhile since I’ve spoken nary a word of my litter–that’d be my set of 17-month-old twin not-so-baby-ladies, O and Ro. While each and every day is thoroughly entertaining with these two, I know all parents feel the same way about their own kids, so I’m pretty much preaching to the masses. But some recent events have made me wonder if this particular ‘game’ of play might be a bit different with two kiddos who are the exact same age and roughly the same size and weight.

First, it was just chasing with loads of giggles. Now, Ro (always ‘the instigator’ of said ‘game’) has taken to barreling after her sister O, grabbing her shoulders from behind, and taking her DOWN.

The result is a ball of baby, wrestling, squealing, laughter peeling. Pure joy.

I’d be a big fat liar if I told you rustling up wrestling twins is easy. Toddlerdom has chosen to showcase all of my weaknesses on a daily basis, yo. But of getting to hang with these two delectables daily, I must tell you: Life. Is. SO. Good.

Without further ado and sentiment, I give you Ro vs. O–The Equal Weight World Championship:

O, contemplating world peace, or something.

O: Wonder what’s for breakfast?

Out of nowhere comes… the Challenger, Ro!

O shakes Ro loose!

O: What?

O: Seriously, what?

Round Two?

Ro’s approach…

Contact!

Requisite giggles…

O’s sweet ‘getaway’ move.

Ro moves on to greener pastures.

O: Sweet freedom is mine… for now.