Definitely my house and not a National Trust property.
Jam first or get out.
Us twin mums need to stick together eh Baaaaahbara? 🐑
A couple of weeks ago on Stories I asked for feedback on the likes of Gousto and Hello Fresh. I was surprised that the feedback was *mostly* positive and, having convinced myself it would make my life ten times easier if I had such a service in my life, I signed up to Gousto and bought my first box. I chose Gousto purely because the range of veggie meals seemed better than Hello Fresh. Otherwise their whole set-up seems pretty similar? Anyway, I said I’d report back so here I am to say.....OH MY GOD GUYS, I BLOODY LOVE GOUSTO. Honestly, I am such a Gousto bore. At first ST didn’t want me to sign up because “it’s a waste of money” and now he doesn’t want us to stay signed up because I won’t shut up about it, but he has relented and admitted the food is GOOD. And that was what shocked me the most really, the ingredients and recipes really *are* good. The herbs and veg and way fresher than I’ve ever found in my supermarket. I made one meal six days after box delivery and everything was still top notch in terms of freshness. The recipes are easy to follow, different and the end results were honestly restaurant quality. Is the service a luxury? Undoubtedly, yes. But if there’s ever a time to justify having pre-measured ingredients delivered to your door it’s when you’ve just had babies. Also the way I am justifying it is that even if it means we have just ONE less takeaway a week we’ll have actually saved money. Too often we get Deliveroo because suddenly it’s 9pm and I haven’t been to the shops yet. Deliveroo will be the death of us. (God bless you Deliveroo). I don’t know how quickly the novelty will wear off or if there are very few vegetarian recipes on rotation, but I skipped this week’s delivery as I am away (very easy process) and for next week’s delivery I have four different meals coming to what I had last week. And tbh I’d happily have what I had last week again anyway. ~continued in comments~
We made it to my mum and dad’s house! Our first trip here since the boys were born and it’s gotten me all nostalgic about the funny toys that only exist at your grandparents’. I vividly remember a definitely very dangerous rocking horse (flew off the front of it more than once), a piano we were actually allowed to play (granted a piano is not a toy but how did they bear it? Sometimes there’d be five grandchildren there all bashing away at the keys - surely that sort of scene could be an advert in itself for contraception?) a classic “hoopla” game (you can’t beat me at hoopla that is a stone cold FACT), skittles and various age inappropriate toys which even at age 11 we’d happily regress to play with. We were at Nanny and Grandad’s house! Age is but a number here. I’m excited to see what weird and wonderful toys the boys will have to play with here over the years. The cat is proving the most exciting toy of course, but as she seems to think they’re overstuffed wingless pigeons she has had to be separated from them. Roll on the next few days of meals being delivered to my mouth (and ya know, catching up with family. It’s not all about food 😅)
Mother’s Day nails. To me, from me 💅🏼 (Two coats of Salmon Run Shellac for those in the specific shades game)
Happy #internationalwomensday. There’s still so much work to do, but there is so much to celebrate too 💞
My parents have been touring India (makes them sound like a band, they are not a band) and whilst I am sad they are home as it means the family whatsapp group is now devoid of hourly paneer updates, I was very grateful to be given these gorgeously blingy “toys” for the boys. Handmade in Agra, definitely not safe for kids and with about a million bits which would pose a choking hazard, they are bloody lovely. On the high shelf they shall go. Look don’t touch kids. Like all the good stuff 👌🏼
Monday blues 💙
((EDIT: This comp is now closed)) Good morning! And it IS a good morning because I’ve just found the last triple choc cross bun hidden away in a cake tin (who was I hiding it from?) and it’s still edible! WAHEY! It’s also a good morning because one of you will be winning a lovely book package from @dontbuyherflowers. You’ll be able to choose which book, snacks and refreshments you’d like in your box of dreaminess and whilst I think I’d personally go for the @scummymummies book, salt and vinegar crisps (SEA salt and MALT vinegar crisps, you guys...these are POSH CRISPS), dark chocolate buttons, ginger beer and sparkly elderflower, the choice is very much yours if you win and YOU can create your own box of wonder. Maybe you fancy a G&T with some @hurrahforgin lols? Or a brew with @mother_of_daughters’ How to Grow a Baby? THERE ARE SO MANY OPTIONS. It’s quite addictive building boxes actually. Like looking through the Boots Xmas catalogue as a yoof and plotting all your dream 3 for 2 scenarios. I want to make entering as easy as possible (haven’t really been to bed since Monday lol lol lol) so to enter all you need to do is pop a comment on this post saying something you’re looking forward to this weekend. Me? That choc cross bun I mentioned. Bloody hell I need to go and get it immediately. I’ll pick a winner at random by 9am tomorrow (Sunday). Good luck and thanks for all the lovely messages over the last few days, they’ve been massively appreciated 💞💞
I remember this photo being taken at the time and thinking I must NEVER post it because I look “so fat”. I was less than two weeks post-partum?! BONKERS. A couple of weeks ago I was very flattered to be asked by @steph_dontbuyherflowers to write a blog post about #whenibecameamother in the run up to Mother's Day. I’m a big Steph fan. I doubt she would like me to remind her of #ratgate but it was in my top five internet moments ever. I was worryingly invested. (Also I should point out that Steph has of course achieved many greater things than dealing with a dying rat). If you follow the link in my bio you can read my story. I have had a very hard week and it feels really good timing for this post to go live today. I’ve been apart from one of my boys for the first time ever and last night we were able to be reunited all together again. I think - without sounding like a smug arsehole - that I’ve proved over the last few days what an amazing mum to my boys I am. Is it uncool to say that? Probably. It shouldn’t be though. I’ve also been able to remind myself what a fabulous mother my own is, as she has stepped up to fill in the gaps whilst I’ve had to devote everything to just one. It’s hard not being able to be everywhere at once. But mums are strong. Mums are great. And, as my story will tell you, as silly as it may sound I don’t think you need to have a baby to be a mother. I will be running a competition tomorrow to win a brilliant @dontbuyherflowers Mother’s Day book package so do look out for that. And check out the hashtag for lots of lovely heartwarming motherly stories 💞💞💞
Before the boys were born I was adamant we needed to do a children’s first aid course. We’d both done first aid courses before but the idea of baby first aid? *Somewhat* terrifying. I looked up a few local options but chose to book a course with @daisyfirstaid_swlondon in a Clapham church hall in the end. Our instructor Caroline was brilliant, she was really clear and as well as everything we learnt from a practical point of view, what I particularly appreciated was that she stressed first aid isn’t meant to replace the work of trained professionals. I think it can be really overwhelming to feel responsible for someone’s recovery, when that’s not what you’re doing - you’re there to call for help and to keep things as safe as possible until the professionals get there. Simple things like making sure the front door is unlocked before the paramedics arrive, keeping an area clear of hazards, putting your mobile on speaker so you can speak to the call handler whilst also having your hands free for the patient. It’s simple stuff but it makes a difference and it’s being calm in these situations that really helps. I didn’t want to put what I’d learnt into practice so soon (or ever, really) but I had to on Tuesday and I know that a very scary time would have been considerably worse if I hadn’t done the course. I really would recommend it to anyone. We paid £25 each to go to a group class but you can do private lessons in your own home too which are actually really cost effective if you have a little group together. I am going to book a private one as weaning approaches so that grandparents and people that spend a lot of time with the boys are comfortable with what to do in a choking scenario and so on. As always, god bless our NHS (I say this so often I feel like it should be tattooed across my forehead but honestly? The NHS is amazing and we are destroying it and it breaks my heart) and god bless those who run in during an emergency, rather than run away ❤️
The boys had their 16 week jabs this morning, so I figured that if they could endure a few moments of discomfort for the greater good of their long term health then I could do the same and have my smear test. I was going to do one of those snazzy #smearforsmear lipstick selfies but as that would require actually putting make-up on, I went with this depressing stat from @joscervicalcancertrust instead 😔 I know you know why we need to take smear tests seriously but apparently too many of us still aren’t bothering to take the simple test which could save our lives. This really needs to change. Please book yours if you’re overdue. If you’re a new mum you may have missed your last smear due to pregnancy, so don’t put it off. Anyway, you get to lie down for five minutes! Who cares if it’s a bit uncomfy! YOU GET TO LIE DOWN FOR FIVE MINUTES. And pregnancy gets you used to all and sundry rummaging down there anyway so you may as well harness that newfound knicker dropping confidence 👍🏼
Snow, slippers and sickness. All the #mondaymotivation I need to stay indoors for the foreseeable 💪🏼
Chilli jam and runny yolk very much needed.
Whoops....I never updated on how my month long trial of having @spatoneuk back in my life had gone. How professional of me! I have an excuse though (and it’s not the twins...for once) in that I didn’t actually realise the trial had technically ended. I haven’t stopped taking my morning Spatone as I make the 9am bottles and nor will I be stopping. The campaign may be over but the iron dream is still very much alive 💪🏼 Of course there have been times over the trial where I have still felt knackered, it’s an iron supplement not a live-in nanny, but in general I have felt like a good version of myself. I haven’t felt like I’m running on empty or physically weak (if we ignore my aching knees and the 1am M6 driving sessions) and I have been able to take on a lot of new things this past month that I’d been looking forward to. I’ve kept up the twice a week swimming, there’s been 1st birthday and 40th birthday parties conquered, there’s been a weekend away, train journeys, bus rides and hospital visits all ticked off nicely. I’d say things are, thankfully, going as well as they could be. I’ve had some great feedback from you guys who have started taking it too. Long may the maintained energy continue! They’re giving away a year’s supply over on their Instagram if you want to take a peek 👀 #ad
Right so we’ve sorted my scabtastic hands (see previous post!) but let’s move on to the boys. What am I doing wrong about their nails? I file them EVERY DAY and T1 still manages to make himself look like he’s been diving head first into brambles. I don’t think his nails are any worse than T2’s, he just loves gouging at himself and seems particularly bloodthirsty so his face always looks like he’s just fallen off a bike. I have baby nail clippers (effective, but am slightly traumatised after a rather gruesome incident where we nearly lost T2’s thumb) and the baby scissors I have (TommeeTippee) are level 100 useless. Their nails are not particularly long so it’s hard to bite them down further (I’m past thinking this is gross, if it works I’ll do it) it just seems they’re comically sharp? And as I said, I file them constantly. Is it that I need a better file? Their nails do seem annoyingly flimsy for filing. I know the obvious solution is scratch mitts and they always wear these at night but I want their hands out in the day or they’ll never learn to use them. What’s the magic trick? Or do I just leave the bramble babies to get on with it and pretend we have an overzealous kitten in the family? In related news, can I please start drinking Aptamil because I wish my nails grew this bloody fast.
I couldn’t think of a reason to upload this photo but wanted to because of my new short hair and THEN I saw my bizarrely giant looking hand and thought yes! I do have a reason to post this photo! I can talk about giant hands! Or just normal sized hands. Whatever. If you watch my Stories you’ll know I’ve been battling the Dreaded Dry Hand, a recognised skin condition that affects waitresses, chefs, barmaids, nurses and - if my DMs are anything to go by - ALL NEW MUMS. Symptoms include bleeding knuckles, peeling patches, random episodes of burning and the newfound skill of being able to zest a lemon just by touching it. I’ve tried lots of things but I am FINALLY cured so thought I’d share what sorted it for me... 1) Using washing up gloves. No exception. Also always wearing gloves when attacking surfaces with anti-bac. 2) Bothering to wash my hands with warm water not icy water “because I can’t possibly wait ten seconds for the water to run warm”. 3) Bothering to dry my hands PROPERLY (on a towel, not my jeans) every time I wash them. So that’s about 400 times a day then. 4) Buying white cotton gloves and slathering on hand cream at bedtime before putting them on. (Unexpected added bonus: can’t mindlessly scroll your phone when you go to bed) 5) Finding a heavy duty hand cream that just WORKS. I’ve bought so many but my recent purchase of O’Keeffes Working Hands has been the one to finally fix everything for me. That, combined with the gloves, have completely fixed my hands. I AM 100% CURED. This is not an ad (nobody wants to sponsor my scabs for some strange reason?) and I have bought a lot of hand creams to come to this conclusion that Working Hands is my fave. Got lots of DMs though about Body Shop’s Hemp Cream being a good shout too. I also think the cotton gloves were a BIG part of fixing it for me. God speed, my scaly friends. P.S not sure if it makes a difference but I bought the tube not tub. P.P.S I know I wear this shirt a lot. I have three “nice shirts that fit” which I wear on rotation. Less thinking. Not much cause to go out. Works 👍🏼
Whilst I lie here trying to definitely not nap on the playmat, I got thinking about all the lovely DMs I’ve had from fellow twin mums here on Insta over the last few days. None of them women I’ve met “in real life” (yet!), but all very quick to offer advice/share a moanfest/be a much needed lifeline sometimes. I’m lucky that I’ve been put in touch with so many twin mums and I’ve found some fab people just by searching the right hashtags, but thought it might be nice/vaguely helpful to say “leave a comment if you want to find some more twin mums to follow” here so it’s easier to find each other. As lord knows I want to chase twin mums down the street if I ever see a mountainbuggy out and about. Let’s fill our feeds with similarly tired superwomen!!! 💪🏼💪🏼💪🏼 So yes. If you have twins/are expecting twins/would like some more twin mamas to follow/stalk/cry on then leave a comment below. I’ll start. I’m Poppy, I live in London, I have 17 week old twin boys (I guess that’s four months old or some such) and I feel like I should say “and I’m an alcoholic” at this point but I’m not. (Although ask me again when they’re walking 🤣) #twins #twinmum #twinmummy #twinmumlife #motherofmultiples #multiples #motheroftwins