I Can't Tell My Own Identical Twins Apart

No, computer, that's Owen making his signature fart noise face. 

When I was pregnant with the boys, I remember fantasying about having twins on a car ride with Rob. At the time, I hadn't even gone to the doctor yet, but it was always something I thought about in the early weeks of pregnancy. I told Rob identical twins were so weird, like why does it even happen? And if I were to ever have twins, I would want them to be fraternal. I told him I would be the worst person ever to have identical twins because I have the hardest time with faces. I often question whether I have a slight case of facial amnesia. You know that phrase: I can't remember a name, but I'll remember a face? I can't remember either. 

I feared if I had identical twins, I wouldn't be able to recognize my own kids. Instead of listening to what they were saying, I would be trying to figure out who I was talking to the whole time. When they boys came, of course, I recognized the differences in them immediately. Owen's ears looked slightly different. Oscar's head was rounder. It was a huge relief.

Problem is, while I could recognize them as babies, now I look back at pictures and can't tell who's who. I feel awful. With a few exceptions, they all look like Oscar to me. Round head after round head after perfectly round Charlie Brown head. I never labeled the photos because it was so obvious at the time. Big mistake.

I'm banking on the fact that they get a kick out tricking people of their identity. I hope they find it just a humorous when I explain to them that their own mom doesn't have the foggiest who they are in baby pictures. I suspect they were splitting into two at that very moment I said the fateful words "identical twins are weird." Just in spite of me. Those boys are always finding ways to drive me crazy. Love them anyway. 

Here's my collection of pictures of Oscar and Owen. I mean Owen and Oscar. Either way, they are both somewhat represented in these pictures. 

These pictures are too good to be bothered with the details of identity.

Also the last and only time I dressed them the same. 

Not me. A model mom and dad for a catalog shoot.
I wonder if model mommy and daddy label their fake twins pictures for future reference? Probably.

Who's going to claim those lashes? Beats me.

I made this picture as a challenge for relatives and friends. I have to dig up the results in an old email because I stumped myself.

A million mystery pictures after the jump . . .

Oscar? Those earnest eyes.

Owen. Early signs of his fart noise. I think it's Owen at least. I remember dressing him in blue on this trip. 

Oscar? He has Oscar ears. But he's wearing blue. Who knows.

Oscar again probably.

Almost 100% Owen. I got this one.

I threw this one in because WTF are they wearing? Oscar left, Owen right. 

Absolutely no idea. The thing is, I used to dress Owen in blue and Oscar in green (for Oscar the Grouch). But some days I put them in whatever was clean. So this isn't always a true indicator of identity. But sometimes it was. Oh dear. I was just trying to get through the day. I'm happy there's any pictures at all. 

Oscar? No Owen. Oscar. Owen! No it's Oscar. 

Fart face clues me into Owen. 65% sure it's Owen.