This photo pretty much sums up the awesomness of the day we had today in Londons Hyde Park, so I thought I’d post it as a teaser… I will blog the whole day and tons more photos, when my aching body has had some sleep!
This photo pretty much sums up the awesomness of the day we had today in Londons Hyde Park, so I thought I’d post it as a teaser… I will blog the whole day and tons more photos, when my aching body has had some sleep!
I have never been a fan of watching sport and I’ve never been a particularly sporty person either.
Other than the odd World Cup football match featuring England and little bit of Formula One Grand Prix every few years, the only sport I’ve ever watched on tv, is horse racing. I’m actually quite into horse racing and bet on the Scoop6 most Saturdays. This began when I got a job a few years back as a bar and waiting supervisor at Hereford, Worcester, Chepstow, Cheltenham and Bath racecourses. It’s pretty hard to work at racecourses every day without developing an interest in it.
The best part of horse racing is the atmosphere; the roar of the crowd, the thundering of hooves and the vibration of the ground beneath you. When the crowd start screaming names of different horses and jumping up and down, I get goosebumps. It’s electric. And the feeling of a win is even better of you have a few pounds on it.
So with my limited sporting interest, it was no great surprise that I had no interest in the Olympics. In fact I think I even mentioned of Facebook that I was fed up of hearing about it, before it had even started.
But then hubby switched on the London 2012 Olympics Opening Ceremony.
I don’t know what I’d been expecting, probably just a singer or two. A concert similar to that of the Queens Jubilee perhaps? I was not expecting a grand show, let alone one to the immense scale that the opening ceremony was. Despite having to quiz hubby on parts of British history that I never studied at school, I was utterly captivated.
I found parts of it very dark and depressing, especially the industrial revolution.
Having a lot of experience of hospitals myself, particularly as a child, I found the scenes featuring Great Ormand Street Hospital and the NHS quite emotional. Both dark and uplifting with I feel reflects the tragedy of people who don’t get better from their illnesses, and the relief of the people who do.
I loved the energy of the Dizzee Rascal scenes and the beauty of the Emile Sande part. I especially loved this, knowing that a friend of mine, who taught the University of Gloucestershire street dance team, was one of the dancers. He is actually the most amazing dancer I’ve ever known (oh to be that flexible!).
By the end of the Opening Ceremony, I was not only awestruck, but feeling proud to be British. I’m not the sort of person that would stand and sing the national anthem, but despite the cold weather, I do love this country. Even so, the “Proud to be British” feeling was quite new to me. Not only this, but I was now feeling curious and open minded about The London Olympics.
I groaned the next morning when, as suspected, hubby switched the Olympics straight on as soon as we got up. But then I started watching it. I was utterly gripped.
From that day to this, we have had the Olympics on the television from 10am-10pm every day and me and the girls have sat in front of it, most of the day. I feel quite priveleged that I saw Britains first four gold medals, as they happened.
I have become utterly obsessed with the Rowing. That has been my absolute favourite… And how fantastically did Team GB do?!
I have loved watching the gymnastics. In particular, Kristian Thomas and Dan Purvis who are simply spectacular gymnasts.
I’ve also watched shooting, athletics, beach volleyball, sailing and a smattering of other sports I’ve never watched before. Including a very keen eye on the swimming and cycling.
Second only to the Rowing, I’ve been the most gripped on the Triathlon, which I have watched every second of. Alistair Brownlee WALKING across the finish line in gold medal position is just phenomenal. Britains first gold medal in an Olympic triathlon no less; and to have his brother Jonathan Brownlee win the bronze medal just behind him (AFTER a 15 second time penalty)… I just can’t imagine the emotion those guys must be feeling right now.
I have gone from being totally oblivious about the London 2012 Olympics, to being completely obsessed with it!
So much so, that hubby, Bunny, the twins and I, are heading to London on Friday in the hope of getting into Hyde Park to watch the Swimming Marathon… Watch this space!
If you noticed I put #1 in the title, that’s because, it’s when you go shopping with kids that irony, mother nature and indeed the kids themselves climb aboard your last nerve!
Like when you decide to walk to the supermarket because the weather’s nice and you want to get a bit fitter and healthier. Two thirds of the way there, black clouds roll in from nowhere, the heavens open and it p***es down with rain. Realising you have no rain covers for your double buggy and no mobile phone, you run for the shops.
Having spent half an hour pretending to be browsing, you realise the rain isn’t stopping anytime soon and reluctantly leave the shop. You take off your jacket and drape it over the buggy to keep your newborn twins dry. Your 5yr old (who refused to wear a coat) is pushing her dolly in a pram, at the speed of an injured snail. You shove the dolly in the under-buggy-basket, along with the pram (thank goodness it folds up) and ask said 5yr old to run. She obliges. So now you are travelling at the speed of a tortoise.
You balance the 5yr old on the footplate of the buggy, which weighs the front end down so much that you no longer have swivel steering. You run home in this torrential downpour, pushing three children, completely unaware that your white vest top is now see through. Stereotypically, a white van man honks his horn in appreciation of seeing your milky breastpads swell up like tampons. This is the point you become aware that you look like a total moron!
Well that was last week!
Today I decided to walk to the supermarket again… but made sure I had raincovers! The 5yr old pushes the trolley while I push the pram.
Naturally, she pushes the trolley into things, people, the buggy, and me… repeatedly. We can’t walk more than three feet without her asking for something and by the second aisle I’m regretting this trip. At least once in every aisle I scoop her off the floor as she swings under the trolley, getting her clothes fifty shades of black and sincerely irritating me. I’ve lost all concentration and am simultaneously lobbing random items in the trolley and swatting away the hands of old ladies, whom are cooing over the twins. “DONT TOUCH MY BABIES, THEY ARE ASLEEP” (and I don’t know where your hands have been)!
It’s not until I am struggling to balance things on top of the trolley, that it dawns on me… How am I going to get this lot home? Oh shit! Perhaps I could put some of it back? Noooo.
a) It’d take too long
b) I’d look like a chav
c) I need all this stuff!
d) I can’t stick anymore yelling at the 5yr old. I want to go home.
The payphone doesn’t work.
My mobile doesn’t work.
I end up with a buggy that looks like this…
Two thirds of the way home (UPHILL), hubby drives up in the car…
“You’ve been gone three hours, I thought I’d better come look for you, make sure you’re okay?”
Aaaaww my hero!
“I couldn’t call and I bought too much shopping to fit in the pram”, I sigh.
“Okay, see you at home”, he says, before driving off!
I stand there for a moment, flabbergasted that he didn’t take some of the shopping from me. It starts to rain.
I arrive home ten minutes later, looking damp and disheveled. My thighs and calves are burning, I’m sweaty and out of breath, my arms are aching and I appear have developed a muscly set of ‘guns’.
Hubby… is sitting on the sofa with his feet up, watching the Olympics!!!
To the lady who left me my first ever nasty blog comment a few weeks ago… I did not publish your comment, but I wish I had. So I am going to blog about it because I’m STILL feeling annoyed….
You had a rant at me for not appreciating the work of NHS doctors. You called me some awful things which I don’t care to repeat…
I have never once said anything negative about any doctor, nurse, midwife or other health professional… In fact my blog posts that mention my hospital visits, do nothing but praise them. It’s thanks to them that I’m alive. I have more respect for doctors, nurses, midwives, surgeons, anaesthetists etc than people from any other profession. I am angered that you could try and make me look like I don’t appreciate the amazing work they do. You couldn’t be more wrong.
My criticism was of hospital food. Not only this, but it was a lighthearted, tongue in cheek criticism. Everyone but you, found it humorous. I’m sorry that you didn’t realise it was a joke when I mentioned them expecting me to butter my own toast in the morning. I do not have a butler, I am not a snob… It was a joke!
You told me that “Lots of people have complications in labour, it’s not that rare, so GET OVER IT”
Well I am TRYING to get over it – that’s why I am being referred, by my health visitor, for counselling! And yes lots of people do have complications… But HELLP Syndrome is another kettle of fish. It IS very rare and I nearly died! HELLP Syndrome causes your major organs to fail – kidneys and liver, and then can progress to heart and brain. An estimated (from global research) 1 in 4 mothers die from it. So Thankyou for pointing out to the world that I am struggling to deal with my ordeal, but get your facts straight before throwing them at people!
If you don’t understand my sense of humour, or you don’t like what I write… Don’t sodding well read it! You are the first person to take a swipe at me and probably not the last, but I blog for me, and I’m not about to quit because you tell me to!
I realise its hard for people to get the full picture because I’ve been promising to blog about my HELLP Syndrome for ages and still haven’t finished writing the post… But watch this space… I aim to publish in the next few days! If you missed the first part of my birth story, you can find it by clicking here.
Thankyou to all my understanding, loyal readers, who enjoy my blog. I love you all! It makes me happy if even one person enjoys reading my blog.
Two days ago I met Challenge #5 from my 30 Before 30 List… Waterskiing… or Wakeboarding to be more exact!
When I say I met the challenge… I introduced myself, I shook its hand, I gave it my best and I became very well acquainted with swimming in the lake!
The afternoon started with a safety tutorial and then instruction by the lake. I arrived to find that I was the only female on the introductory course that afternoon, but luckily our instructor was female so I didn’t feel so outnumbered. She was very patient and kind and didn’t treat me like the idiot I felt when I asked her to explain something for the third time! I listened and as per usual-me, asked lots of silly questions. I collected my kit, headed to the changing rooms and it was there I started to wonder what on earth I was doing with all these awesome fit sporty people?!
It was a really hot sunny day, about 26 degrees. I hadn’t fed the twins in a few hours so was feeling a little uncomfortable; but as well as being a lactating mummy, I was a mummy lactating ambition and felt quite exhilarated to be doing something so different, by myself. Jumping up and down in the changing rooms like a lunatic, I tried to shoehorn my postnatal ass into a wetsuit! Sincerely beginning to doubt my own size, I contemplated taking it back and asking for a Medium. Eventually however, I got my legs in. I ignored the straight-jacket feeling and put some conviction into getting my arms in. By time I got the whole thing on I felt slighty like someone had me in a chokehold! A wobbly helmet (due to my seemingly odd-shaped head) and a rib crushing life jacket later, I was ready to go!
I started off on a kneeboard. Having attempted this as a little girl, when I was about 12 years old, I knew that it required very strong arm muscles (which I don’t have), a sense of balance (which I don’t have) and a degree of co-ordination for steering (which I also don’t have). As a kid, I had 3 attempts:
Attempt 1: Didn’t make it off the starting ramp
Attempt 2: Made it to the first corner
Attempt 3: Got around the first corner, then fell off and had about a mile to walk back – by which point I was too tired to have another go!
I was hoping that as an adult I might have more strength and that carrying twins around may have pumped up my arm muscles a bit. I was however VERY nervous and adamant that I wouldn’t make it off the starting ramp.
I got on my board, got into the brace position, gritted my teeth, and most probably… shut my eyes! The next thing I knew, I felt an incredibly strong pull on my arms and then felt like I was flying. I opened my eyes and saw the lake flying past me at speed, but guess what… I was still on my kneeboard AND still holding onto the handle. WOW to me! Now breathe! After a few expletives, I gave myself a few seconds to breathe and slightly relax and then started planning ahead for the first corner; quickly wracking my brain to remember what they had told us in the tuition. I tensed my arms, leant forward and pulled the handle round to my left side. To my sheer amazement, the board did exactly what it was supposed to! I leant to the right and it turned smoothly towards the two buoys you have to ski between. The cable went slack for a few seconds, then picked up and I flew perfectly round the corner at speed. Corners two and three are almost instant after corner one and it felt like I picked up force and speed on both.
“I’m doing it I’m doing it! I actually made it round the first three corners!”. I know this seems petty to anyone who can actually wakeboard… let’s face it – I was on a kneeboard, there were teenagers doing backflips in the air behind me on their wakeboards; but to me this was exhilarating. The nearest I’d gotten to exhilaration recently was when the twins DIDN’T vomit up their milk all over my shoulder!
Corners four and five were harder, they were 90 degree angles (so I’m told) and I was sure I’d lost it on corner five. The line went slack, I started going around the corner but when it tightened it pulled so hard I came out of my brace position and my arms flew out straight in front of me. I clung on for dear life because I didn’t want to fall off right where the other learner wakeboarders were launching onto the cable. I’m not sure whether it left my mouth or was just in my head, but I heard a loud “F” followed by “UUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKK” come screaming out of me. Remarkably I somehow managed to stay on the board AND regain my position and composure. I couldn’t believe it. I had actually done a full lap on a kneeboard.
I followed it with a second lap…
…And a third!
You are supposed to let go just before the beach, after corner four on the third lap, however just before this corner, I started to panic that I hadn’t steered enough to make the marker buoys. I overcompensated my lean to the right and capsized straight into the lake. Gutted.
Oh well, I felt that I could still count it as 3 laps so it was time to get on a real wakeboard!
I got out of the water and walked back to the start for more training. My legs and arms felt like jelly and I was feeling a bit dehydrated so I took a twenty-minute break. Eventually I built up the courage to try an “easy start” wakeboard.
I found that there was SO much to remember:
Keep your knees soft,
Keep your board flat,
Balance your weight evenly on both feet,
Don’t lean back too far,
Don’t lean forward too far,
Don’t pull the cable in towards you,
Keep your arms slightly bent,
Move the handle round to your side once you are up,
Rock forward and Backwards on your toes to steer,
Use your core muscles to roll onto the board,
Don’t twist your body,
Make sure your feet are evenly balanced,
Watch the cable,
Look down the line,
Brace at the corners…
…There are probably many more that I can’t remember. The thing is… I AM good at multitasking! I can breastfeed twins, write a blog post, eat breakfast and watch TV all at the same time. But I can’t multi-think! I can’t co-ordinate different parts of my body, timings, and think about what I’m doing at the same time, when it’s something I haven’t done before! This combined with the fact that the only time in the last year that I have used “my core muscles”… was childbirth and I’m pretty sure I knackered any core I have during that process!
So needless to say, my wakeboarding attempt as an adult looked like this…
Attempt 1: Straight over the back of the board and into the water. No idea what happened, I had my eyes shut!
Attempt 2: Pull myself up, twist and faceplant into the lake.
Attempt 3: Pull myself up, wobble for about 5 feet, let go of board but forget to let go of handle, bounce across water a bit, let go of handle, wind myself hitting the water, struggle to breathe, feel disoriented, look for instructor, eventually respond to the ski staff shouting with a thumbs up to show I’m not drowning!
Attempt 4: About the same as attempt 4 but this time I did let go of the handle, landing head first in the water, and coming up feeling like I’d been punched in the head a few times, resolve to give up.
Attempt 5: Decide to give it one last go… This is my final (and BEST) attempt… See for yourself…
All in all, wakeboarding is fantastic fun and exhilarating even if you are rubbish at it (like me). Perhaps I’ll give it another go someday? Perhaps on ladies day when they slow the cable down? 30 Before 30… 1 down, 29 to go!
Five years ago, when my daughter was about 4 weeks old, a close friend of my husband also had a baby daughter, she was about 8 weeks old. One morning when they got up to feed her, they found her dead in her cot. This poor family had only just welcomed a precious baby into their lives and tragedy had struck. Cot death had taken their beautiful healthy bundle of joy away from them. It was heartbreaking and completely unexpected.
That was the day I became both aware, and neurotic, of cot death.
I guess I had always ignorantly assumed that:
a) a baby would be ill before dying of cot death
b) cot death was a thing of the past.
I was so wrong on both counts.
Once I researched it, I barely slept again for the next year. I woke up about 50 times a night to check she was still breathing. I’d stare at her chest all the time to make sure it was moving. I wanted a movement sensor for her cot but we were very hard-up at the time and just couldn’t afford one. But this terrible fear was harboured inside me warping my thoughts and willing my daughter to grow up quickly and reach each new milestone. I couldn’t enjoy her being small because I was so scared of this evil twist of nature coming for us.
I followed all the guidelines on the FSID website. Put her to sleep on her back, feet to foot position. Her crib in our bedroom. I frantically checked her temperature and the room temperature. I never brought her into our bed. I was careful about what blankets I used (in fact i think we went with baby sleeping bags instead). I heaved a huge sigh of releif every morning when I woke up to her beautiful smile.
It was hard work, I was tired a lot and I willed her to grow up so fast!
When I found out I was pregnant with twins, I prioritized saving for movement sensor pads for their Moses baskets and cots. I read all the review sites to choose the best one and I indeed bought two movement sensor monitors. I knew I would need sleep with twins and I needed these monitors so I could sleep with peace of mind. If no movement is detected for 20 seconds, an alarm is sounded. This gives you a chance to try and get your baby breathing again, whether its by a little nudge, resuscitation, or getting paramedics in.
I do still panic about whether or not the backup batteries are working and what if floor vibrations prevent the alarm from working. But on the whole I do get some sleep now. I also worry during the day when the babies asleep in their bouncers or cushions and when I’m out and about if they fall asleep in the car or buggy. Sometimes I even feel so paranoid that I am scared to leave the twins with my husband, in case he doesn’t check that they are breathing, as often as i do. I am trying hard to lead a normal life and enjoy every second of my babies being tiny. I don’t want to rush their development, but when you know somebody who has been through this tragedy, its hard not to think about it.
Having twins is double the worry because there are two and double the worry again because they were premature and low birth weight. At 11 weeks they still tiny, weighing in at 8lb 2oz and 7lb 7oz.
Yes I am paranoid and maybe even neurotic, but I’m not ashamed about worrying; cot death is any parents worst fear. What really shocks me, is the amount of negative criticism I have had about buying movement sensor pads! I have lost count of the number of people who have said the following things to me:
1) “They go off all the time, you’ll be panicking for loads of false alarms”
2) “They are a waste of money”
3) “If your baby sleeps in your room you wont need one”
4) “You can’t prevent nature”
5) “That’s a bit over the top, you’re being silly”
6) “Your twins won’t be able to share a cot”
Even some of the midwives in the hospital criticised me for planning to use movement monitors and I just can’t work out why.
Here are my responses:
1) I’d rather wake for 50 false alarms, than not wake if my baby stopped breathing
2) You can’t put a price on your childs safety
3) Having the babies in my room, doesn’t mean I will automatically wake if something went wrong. Babies can’t cry if they aren’t breathing
4) I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t try to save my baby’s life
5) I don’t really care if people think I’m silly, I love my children more than anything on this earth and will do everything in my power to protect them
6) It won’t hurt them to have a cot each.
I appreciate that there are a lot of parents out there that choose not to use these monitors, all parents have freedom of choice. But don’t criticise us parents who feel a great sense of peace of mind by using them. I would never sleep without them and if I didn’t get a decent amount of sleep, it would affect my milk supply and cause further problems and stresses. Why are people so critical of something that has the potential to save a baby’s life? And why are there so many parents out there that are quick to judge others because we are paranoid neurotics? Do they ever stop to think there might be a story behind that mothers’ fear?
In addition to ranting about being judged and in addition to writing this post as a form of therapy, I am hoping the following may come out of this blog post:
* New Parents & Expectant parents will go to the FSID website and read all the tips on how to reduce the risks for their own babies.
* To raise awareness of Cot Death
* To raise awareness of the charity FSID which is working hard to eliminate this tragic and unexplained threat to our babies.
* Anyone reading this will forward the link to the FSID website to all of their friends and family who have or are expecting a baby
* Other parents who have this fear / paranoia will realise it is rational, and they are not alone.
* That parents who want to use movement sensor alarms are not put off by those people who do judge and criticise. It’s your baby, so you should do what you feel happiest doing.
I hope and pray that my babies will be safe and healthy and strong and that I can protect them, nurture them and watch them grow up. I hope I never hear of anyone falling victim to SIDS again. I hope I can spread knowledge and awareness through this post.
For the very FIRST EVER Crazy Mums Corner, we are talking about Bad Mummy Moments (hereafter referred to as a BMM)…
We’ve all had them… Those absent minded silly moments where we’ve done something odd, or forgotten to do something for our children; and no matter how trivial, felt guilty aftwerwards!
Calling one of your children the wrong name (and if they are old enough to catch you on this, further increasing the offense by denying it!). Or, if like me you have twins and one day realise you are actually having difficulty working out which darling cherub is which!
Sending your child to school in uniform… On non uniform day
Finding out in the middle of a busy public place that your offspring decided to remove their underwear and leave it at home!
Eating all your kid’s ice creams while they are out (still trying to think up a reasonable explanation for this one)
Being the only parent not to have constructed an Olympic torch out of paper mache or cereal boxes for school (I have a free pass on this one… I was in labour with the twins!)
Sending your daughter to time out and then forgetting she’s there and/or forgetting why you put her there!
At 9pm, realising you havnt actually put your child to bed, wondering why you can’t hear them, then finding them asleep in a cardboard box!
Hearing that familiar crunching sound as you walk across your sprogs bedroom, you freeze, hoping that it’s a cheap tatty toy that you’ve undeniably just mutilated with your slipper. Then having to slip it in the bin, while she’s looking the other way, and claim you havn’t seen it.
Lying to your children about what’s in their food so they will eat it (A regular and conscious BMM).
Yes those are just a small selection of MY recent BMMs. I will undoubtedly be adding to this list as more BMMs occur!
For Julys CRAZY MUMS CORNER, I asked 10 other Mummy Bloggers what their most recent bad mummy moment was. Here are their stories…
Keaven, whom is a SAHM of two little girls and author of This Mama Is Crazy, forgot to feed her children “They’d been snacking all day, and didnt ask for food. If’ they’re not begging, I forget!”
Twinklemummy is a “Bleary eyed, lactating, mummy to twinkles Spud & Sprout” and quite rightly justifies Bad Mummy Moments, for all the twin parents out there, by highlighting that parenting twins is a very steep learning curve. Her BMM… “I usually always take Sprout to the car first, but for some reason which doesn’t spring to mind, I took Spud first. As I’m Returning up the garden path I can see Sprout silhouetted by the window… standing ON the dining table… I’ve never moved so fast!”
Twinkle Mummy decided to take this Crazy Mums Corner theme and run with it and has blogged a whole post of TwinkleMummys Bad Mummy Moments.
The awesomeness that is The Single Mum “Forgot we ran out of milk, my kids were crying 4 milk, thus squash + Hula Hoops at 6.30am”!
The Single mum confesses to having needed a shortlist, on deciding which Bad Mummy Moments to submit to this post, so I couldn’t resist including another of hers… After the crisps for breakfast, her daughter broke free from the house and ran down the street stark naked in a pair of high heeled sandals!
Louise, writer of A Strong Coffee “Put middle man in the car without his shoes and forgot to pick them up! Luckily he is still in a buggy”.
Good job you didn’t forget the buggy too Louise or you’d have had to tuck him under your arm like a handbag and carry him around! 🙂
Christine AKA Queenie, a mummy of two, blogs about fashion, makeup and pretty things, and feels her bad mummy moment is getting her three year old to entertain her little sister while she’s blogging.
(I have to admit I think I may be guilty of this one too!)
Author of Twins in London confesses to “Throwing a small cuddly toy at one twin in place of the hardback book I really wanted to throw… he laughed”.
I bet his laughing wound you up more???
Hannah, the Cupcake Mumma, “Fell asleep on sofa at 6pm for 10 mins (light sleep!) and woke up to toys, biscuit crumbs and tin foil carnage”.
Gotta love a mess when you’re tired!
Lisa writes the Diary of the Milkshake Mummy – “I just left Tesco and forgot I hadn’t strapped in my 8month old. I turned around to see him smiling at me and it took a few seconds for me to click what was wrong and that he shouldn’t be facing forward in a rear facing car seat. Must be the heat!”
Emma at OutMUMbered writes “When pregnant, I gave my three year old the iPad most days in later pregnancy, so I could grab more sleep”.
I bet they are a champion at Angry Birds then???
Mummer blogger who writes about her kiddies and also about Autism, Claire Sarcone, shares her BMM… “Being kept up all night by my autistic son, then when the shop keeper nods and grins asking “late night?”, I pretend I’ve had the night of my life in the west end. A big fat lie that leaves me feeling guilty as I’m not ashamed of my child”.
Of Course you aren’t Claire, but sometimes us mummys like to play make beleive too!
I think it’s safe to say that ALL mummys have BMM’s from time to time, but the important thing is to be able to laugh at yourself for it and not sweat the little things!
All these bloggers have a great sense of humour and I’d like to thank them all for sharing their BMM’s in the name of blogging entertainment, and for taking part in the first Crazy Mums Corner. Big Blog Love to you all…
Watch out for Augusts Crazy Mums Corner…
“My name is Fluffy and my nickname is Fluffy. I am the oldest twin, by a whole 36 minutes and that means I’m in charge! I love my little twin Tiny with all my heart, even if she does wake me up lots when she’s hungry. Sometimes I pretend I havent heard her and go back to sleep. Other times she reminds me… I’m hungry too! Those are the best times because we get to use ‘twin power‘ over mummy. We synchronise our cries and mummy thinks she is hearing in stereo. When our big sister throws a tantrum… together we make… Surround Sound!
My favourite thing in the world is MILK! Booby milk is the best because it means I get to snuggle close to mummy but stare at Tiny at the same time.
Tiny is a slow eater so I always win the milk race. If i get too cocky about it, she pukes on me or smacks me in the face.
I’ve got lots of hair, I actually look like Daddy because of my hair! You’d be jealous of how soft it is. I sometimes wonder if mummy and daddy think i am a pet because they are always stroking my hair. They make it greasy!”
“My name is Tiny and my nickname is Tiny. I am like Persil… Small but Mighty! I can shout the loudest. Daddy calls this ‘Small man syndrome’. I have learnt that by shouting louder, I get the milk first! I am also better at burping and farting. In fact, I can give daddy a run for his money when it comes to breaking wind. I can release farts that you can hear in the next room and a smell that makes you gag, but I have one up on daddy coz mummy thinks its cute when i do it… she tells daddy off!
Fluffy is the greedy one, sometimes she’s so desperate to get to the booby milk that while mummy is getting ready to feed us, she latches onto my cheek and starts sucking. I get her back by vomitting in her hair!
We each have a cuddley bunny rattle in our beds, I regularly wear mine as a handbag but Fluffy chews hers.
When we were womb-mates I didnt have much space because Fluffy is bigger and she used to stretch out and kick mummy. I was the calm placid one… thats why they called me Tiny and her Fluffy! I was the first to learn how to smile but i make mummy and daddy work for it… They have to pull lots of silly faces and talk to me lots before i grace them with my adorably gorgeous smile!”
“We both like windows, lights, bold patterns and bright colours. Yesterday we discovered television and now we are hooked on it! We love to stare at the zebra on our playgym or mummy and daddys wedding photos on the wall.
Sometimes when we are chilling in the gym, listening to tunes, we get a bit over excited with the dangly penguin, lion and bird and we accidentally bash them into each other. Fluffy tries to eat the monkey and I look at myself in the mirror. We also love to dance, we kick our legs to the music, Mummy says we look like we are cycling!
Other interests include:
Going for walks in the buggy
Going for a ride in the car
Being adored by strangers who stop and look (but we don’t like it when they try to touch us!)
Being talked to
Cuddles with family and friends
Our favourite place is when we are together in mummy or daddys arms; warm, close and full of love. We like kisses but we both think its funny to try and eat whoever kisses us! We give our big sister sloppy wet kisses that make her run away and say “YUCK”!”
Inspired by Jim The Wordslinger, one of my favourite bloggers and one of the first blogs I ever read, I have decided to post my “30 before 30” list… That is 30 things I would like to have done by the time I reach 30.
I realise my list unfortunately includes some rather expensive ambitions and the devastating fact that money actually does NOT grow on trees, may somewhat hinder my ambition. But nevertheless I thought I’d write them down and see how I go. I realise that number 4 is more a matter of luck than ambition, BUT… if number 4 comes true I will be doing the whole list! (I have a secret guilty pleasure of betting on horse racing… ok secrets out now then!).
So without further
mindless chatting ado, in no particular order…
1) Watch a famous ballet
2) Go to an opera
3) Raise a substantial amount for charity
4) Win the Scoop6 (I was going to put buy a house, but I’d need to win the Scoop6 first to do that anyway!)
5) Try water skiing
6) See the Northern Lights
7) Do a first aid course
8) Learn Greek
9) Fly in a hot air balloon
10) Go paintballing
11) Go Ape (This is a treetop assault course – I don’t aspire to turn into a monkey or lose my marbles)
12) Take up some form of dancing
13) Do a cake decorating course
14) Go to a blogging event
15) Walk the entire Cotswold Way (102 miles)
16) Get freshly pressed
17) Try indoor skydiving
18) Go Sphereing
19) Go zorbing
20) Clear all my debts
21) Improve my credit rating from poor to excellent
22) Go on a cruise
23) Get my poetry published
24) Go to Turkey & have a Turkish Bath
25) Start my own business
26) Take the family to Disneyworld Florida
27) Go to Italy by train
28) Have afternoon tea at The Ritz
29) Go to the Moulin Rouge for dinner and show
30) Visit Las Vegas, Canada, California & cross America by train
I have 3 years and 7 months until I’m 30… So here goes, lets see how many I can cross off and which ones will shamefully have to be carried over to my 40 before 40 list!
ps. Having written this and thinking that 3 years and 7 months is not very long, I now need to say something to make myself feel young again. And that is… “I’M STILL IN MY TWENTIES!” *Standing on chair and shouting WOOP WOOP* (I’m sure I will not age gracefully, When it happens… I will deny it and start counting my birthdays backwards!)
Some of my other fellow blog readers also have 30 before 30 lists / bucketlists. One of these is Emma from OutMUMbered who has a 30 before 30 list on her blog. Another of my favourites is Travel Lady With Baby who despite having already travelled most of the world, still has a whole bucketlist of ambitions she’d like to fulfil. Just click the links to check out theirs.
Much blog love to all my readers… What are your ambitions?