I have no love for children’s parties, especially ones that I am in charge of. Hence why it was a bit of a result when I realised that by having twins I have cleverly managed to avoid having separate parties for my eldest pair. I am sure the day will come when my girl and boy are no longer satisfied with sharing their birthday fun but for now the fact that I only have to host one party for two children gets me through the birthday blues…
northernmum
Its as easy as…
Ever been told it’s as easy as riding a bike?
Well that statement is pretty meaningless to anyone who currently hasn’t mastered the art of balancing their buttocks on a slim seat
No time to say goodbye…
This morning life was normal, it made sense, you were still in my world and my world was complete.
Had I known that last night would be the last time I would talk to you and the last time I would look upon you I would have said more than simply ‘goodnight.’
I would have told you how much you meant to me, I would have told you I cared,
did you choose to be a father?
Mealtimes at our house are messy. BB likes to toss food about like confetti, showering all who get in her way and twin boy’s eating style resembles a farmyard animal; and I am not talking about a chicken here.
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 course” I replied, thinking a Freddo or a fudge, maybe even half an hour of Scooby Doo.
“Wicked,” said twin boy, “can we go there.”