The past few weeks, everything slowly seems to be falling into place around me. Having twins has always been hard. I don’t think you can ever explain it to someone who hasn’t got twins. I know that sounds really big headed; it’s not, it’s just a whole new kettle of fish. I think people imagine twins to be all cute matching outfits, two children acting the same all the time, basically your child – cloned. If only! At least then I’d know where I was, but as soon as I get the measure of where we are at, they decide to flip it on the head.
Other twin parents always tried to reassure me that one day, having twins will actually be easier than a singleton and these past few weeks it really does seem to have become dare I say, easier. The girls absolutely adore each other lately. They can’t get enough of one another. They are forever cuddling and stroking each other and generally being utterly adorable. They also seem to hae outgrown me and want to play together exclusively. They are crazy for Lion Guard at the moment so are often found making up Pride Rock related games whilst I watch from afar.
I have to admit, whilst it is amazing and life seems that wee bit easier, it is the dawning realisation of how grown up my girls are getting. Each day, they gain that little bit more independence. At nursery, they’ve started spending more time with the older reception class and in doing this I know it will make the transition to school so much easier, I can’t help but feel a pang of sadness.
It’s so selfish and so many people think I am about to step into the ultimate dream world of being a stay at home parent – with no children at home, but I am worried. Worried how I will fill my days. I took voluntary redundancy whilst on maternity leave so have never known what it’s like not to work, as I always had children at home to keep me occupied.
I am in awe of the twin bond and seeing how much they currently are infatuated with each other. But it doesn’t take much for a squabble to break the harmony and make me realise that despite this unspoken magical bond, they can still fight like cat and dog!
This Thursday is World Book Day and I am so glad that it has become such a big part of the Spring term at school.
As a kid I absolutely loved reading. I would spend hours immersed in books with my favourite authors being Jacqueline Wilson, Roald Dahl and Dick King Smith. Charlie seems to have followed suit and inherited my love of reading a good book. He is currently working his way through the Harry Potter books which he is reading on his own. He also loves the Diary of a Wimpy Kid and Tom Gates series. I thought I’d out together a simple World Book Day DIY Costume Ideas post for you all.
You oh fabulous Beyoncé is having twins! Wowee! Congratulations and welcome to a rather elite club that many before me and many after you will join. Two babies at once; the celebrity world is going to going into meltdown with the biggest a-listed dropping two sprogs at ones. On the day Pharell Williams announced he’d just had triplets, I’m presuming this could mean in twenty years there’s going to be the ultimate super group of multiple babies to look forward to?!
Aside from the cute outfits, adorable photographs, heart melting moments – what is it REALLY like to have twins? View Post
Tantrums are hard. Physically, emotionally and mentally for all involved. Charlie never really was one for a public meltdown but my girls seem more than happy to perform in public. With twins, the ratio of a public tantrum on any outing is definitely doubled meaning that it’s rare any day out doesn’t result in a momentous hissy fit over something incredibly trivial. We have had tantrums over putting a shoe on the wrong way, the wrong colour cup, unbuckling a belt and the main catalyst for any tantrum lately – having their hair brushed. Oh I am so evil daring to ask them to tame the mane but P1 will not let any hair brushing event go unnoticed.
Charlie is now 8 and he’s always loved his kip (unlike his monkey twin sisters!) but he’s now starting to want to stay up that little bit later like all his mates. With twin sisters, he always lucks out and ends up with the smallest room in the house. We always tell him that whilst it may be the smallest, he will always have a room all to himself; silver linings and all that. I am a huge fan of making the most of all spaces so in our last house, where his room was tiny, we bought him a cabin style bed from Ikea. This enabled him to have space underneath his bed to play. When we moved, I was six months pregnant with twins so we had to buy a lot of stuff on a budget so he ended up with a cheap mattress that wasn’t very thick and as he is growing, I knew he needed something more substantial to last him.