ok, there will be times when you feel that having two is just about quadrupling the workload and they don't even seem to like each other
but then again- all the other times...
the first time that your oldest one is delighted with something that the baby has done
when lo falls over and reaches out to his big brother or sister instead of to you
when they giggle uproariously at some joke that you, dull adult that you are, simply cannot understand
the first time you find them snuggled up together
when the lo is worried about something at school or nursery and the old one is able to explain or reassure him because only he knows what actually goes on in there (miss Jones only has a shouty voice; she's not cross really)
when you tell one of them off and the other one comes running to defend him- and you forgive the interruption because it is so sweet
when you can send them out on a little excursion together- just the two of them (and watch the pride on the big one's face when he comes back having kept little brother safe)
when you all share a family joke together and it suddenly dawns on you that this joke will live long after you are gone, because they will help each other remember