What my family mean to me #dosomethingyummy

Did I ever tell you about my family? Well I was born in the north, or as you may better know it, God’s country.  I am the much longed for baby girl born to my poor suffering mother after she had to endure the  extreme misfortune of initially giving birth to not one but a pair of smelly boys. … [Read more...]

The lies I was told….

Having children has been an eye opener for me.  Finding out Santa was a fabrication in my youth was hard to deal with but really some of the lies I have been told since then regarding children are borderline obscene.  Take this popular urban myth; 'your life will be richer when you have your own family' … [Read more...]

Dear holidaying teacher….

Week 2, Day 1.... My diary entry.... Dear teacher, I had a wise plan today. As he who helped create them is studying from home I decided to recreate last weeks swimming nightmare by giving it another crack.  However I totally pulled one over on the lifeguard by leaving BB at home in bed and only taking the twins... We arrived ten minutes before the swimming session began.  Good planning on … [Read more...]

Who’s the Daddy…..

He has been around since the children were born in fact if you inspect his right shoulder you can see indents from my teeth from BB's labour; he has done the night feeds, he wiped his fair share of dirty bums.  He struggles with feeding, he dislikes the mess; watching BB squeeze a tomato between thumb and forefinger makes him shudder visibly.  The twins drive him slightly deranged at times and … [Read more...]

It hurts my heart…

To my intense surprise out on our weekly supermarket trip this week my three little leg hangers all behaved impeccably.  So much so on the drive home I gushed to them about their behaviour and whilst telling them how great they were and not paying attention to my surroundings twin boy caught me in a vulnerable moment and asked if because they had been good could they have a treat.   "Of … [Read more...]

The A team meets Postman Pat

Potentially the most stressful time of my day falls between eight fifty and eight fifty-five. The time most commonly referred to as drop off.  To any non owners of school age children reading this 'drop off' is not the time where us tired frustrated mothers hang our beloved offspring over a cliff edge and 'drop em off'; nor am I referring to the time I visit the bathroom for my morning … [Read more...]

Christmas and all that jazz

So the festive season is fully upon us, dangling blinking lights hang from every other house and the vast majority of us have paid an inappropriate amount of money for a large potted plant to sit and slowly die in the corner of our living room. However as it is the time to be merry we at least send the plant out in style by adorning it with sparkles and glitter; and in our case a vast amount of … [Read more...]

Nowt stranger than folk

Going on holiday this year had an interesting spin which he who helped create them and I had not foreseen before we leapt with unbridled joy onto the plane at Gatwick last week. Usually all we bring home from holiday is a couple of bags of eye watering smelly washing, a bad mood from the inevitable row waiting for the bag to come round the conveyor, a slight hangover and a few extra pounds round … [Read more...]

The Revenge of the Baby

I have hinted in recent posts that beautiful baby whilst being completely adorable is also something of a mastermind and she spends the vast majority of her days sitting quietly twiddling her thumbs contemplating how to better her brother and sister when the opportunity presents itself. Today was her day. Twin boy and girl and I finally got to feel fully confident about the school run when we … [Read more...]

Hand shaking too much to pour the wine

Having twins I obviously only have to throw one birthday party a year which is a bit of a godsend since they tend to leave me feeling more  emotionally and physically knackered than after I did when I ran a marathon.  This year however, twin boy and girl left their lovely nursery school and all their lovely friends scattered out to different primary schools.   In a moment of nostalgia and … [Read more...]