Famous Pairs

You're a pretty savvy group so I know you can name a lot of famous pairs.  Please indulge me though while I name a few:  Lucy and Desi, George and Gracie, Tom and Jerry, Chocolate and Peanut Butter, Lewis and Clark, Salt and Pepper, Bogey and Bacall, Brad and Angelina (yuck) and Laurel and Hardy, just to name a few.

But there is one famous pairing I know you don't know and I'd love to introduce them to you, a little differently this time.  They are my kids.  So similar in so many ways but SUCH OPPOSITES in so many other ways.

As a refresher, here are their adorable,  innocent (?) faces once again:

TJ

Becky

I fondly call them Felix and Oscar, respectfully.

TJ is my OCD (obsessive compulsive boy).

It's better now but there was a time in his younger years

that it was so bad, he'd drive his sister (and me)

absolutely crazy!

You know how toddlers will move from one activity to another?

Poor little Becky would do so only to come back to what she was doing

a few moments later, to discover her brother had put all of HER things away!

Many, many times a day I'd hear MOMMMMMMY!! and I knew exactly what it meant!

Hence my Felix.

Moving on to Becky, dear sweet Becky.

She's  a PIG! ha!  My Oscar!

If we ever had a fire, I highly doubt the firefighters

could find her or her bed!

Her messiness drives her brother (and me) nuts!

It honestly does NOT even occur to her to put

something away once she is done using it.

Trust me, I have tried.  And tried.  AND TRIED!

Let's move on to modulation of voices.

I was quickly reminded of this difference in the two

of them over Thanksgiving.

If I had a penny (yes, even in this economy, a penny)

for every time I said,

TJ, please stop mumbling...I can't hear you!

or

Becky, please stop yelling, I am NOT deaf,

I would be a very rich woman.

Really.

Truly.

I kid you not.

And last but not least.

Let me take you shopping with these too.

Does anyone remember

the old man Tim Conway used to play on The Carol Burnett show?

Remember the way he shuffled along

at a snails pace?

That's my TJ. I feel like

he's at least 90 years old.

I'm sure he touches and or examines each and EVERY SINGLE item in the store.

On the flip side?

Speedy Gonzales Becky.

Hits the door, revs her engine and she's off!

That girl knows what she wants and where it is

and doesn't care if she leaves us in her dust!

And how do I fit in, you ask?

I am neither Felix nor Oscar.

I don't mumble

and I don't yell (much).

I don't creep

and I don't speed.

But I'm Mom

and I gotta keep an eye

on both my special kids.

So if you ever question my sanity,

I take no offense.

I question it all of the time myself!!

My kids.

I LOVE 'EM.

Even though.

=)