My favourite part of last night was when I dropped a peanut on the floor and didn’t have to fret about picking it up immediately in case somebody choked on it. Ordering a brownie to the bar was a close second. Seeing Michael van Gerwen roar was also high up there.
I’m gonna miss these two. (For less than 24 hours from all of 40 miles away)
“T2 is sleeping, leave him to rest please.” “NO! I demand he entertains me! Now! And always!”
I wasn’t going to talk about weaning because it invites so many ~opinions~ but then I thought NO, I *am* going to post about weaning because before I’d started and I was losing my mind about what the hell “approach” I was going to take, I’d have appreciated hearing someone say “oh it’s alright actually, no need to have continuous meltdowns about it”. (Lol, this is of course not true, people telling me not to stress about something has rarely ever stopped me stressing about something. But of course YOU might be more rational than I am 🤷🏻♀️). Because I am one of “those people”, I had opinions on weaning before I’d even gotten pregnant. I was always convinced 100% I’d go for BLW, it all seemed to make so much sense to me and I loved the ethos behind it. As the time approached though, my opinion shifted. BLW didn’t seem like it would fit with our admittedly very rigid routine or *my* diet and mealtimes (baby led Buenos, anyone?), let alone my intense need to CONTROL EVERYTHING. Plus I’d watched my nephew have a whale of a time weaning the “traditional” way with purees and finger foods, so it had opened my eyes to the fact that BLW isn’t the only option where kids can have fun with food. (I honestly felt like apart from my nephew I didn’t know ANYBODY weaning the traditional way, everyone seemed to be doing BLW and I totally get why it has become so popular: for many families it would be easier let alone all the benefits of food exploration and so on). So I basically stressed myself beyond belief. God knows why, in hindsight, but I just thought this stuff really MATTERED. I’d stumbled upon some really aggressive forums where putting a spoon in a baby’s mouth was pretty much chalked up as an abusive violation (I mean COME ON 🤦🏻♀️) and I just found myself doubting all my decisions. If anything, it made me realise how lucky I was to have reached six months being so blindly confident about everything else. Weaning was my first big WTF moment. ~continues in comments~
My best friend @taylorfaceace made this mobile (and another!) for the boys for Christmas but they’ve only just gone up now they’re in the nursery. How cute?! I can’t quite fathom having the patience for such crafty endeavours but I’m glad she has because I LOVE THEM ☁️⭐️🌛Nursery-wise, things are thankfully going well and I haven’t regretted moving them in there. STRESSED ENDLESSLY ABOUT THE ROOM TEMP, obvs, but otherwise all good. T1 is still absolutely fine without the Sleepyhead having gone cold turkey (there were some great tips a few posts back about using the Sleepyhead bumper/rolled towels under the sheets if transition is trickier) and I’ve lowered his mattress too which makes him feel like A REAL BOY. T2 still reppin’ the babies with his original Sleepyhead set-up. I can’t have two big babies. I CAN’T. Not sure why this caption reads like a long update to my nan but here we are.
So many questions about the @mountain_buggy #NanoDuo already! Was gonna post this to Stories but may as well post on “the grid” (*boak*) because I suspect I’ll keep getting asked about the fold. It’s VERY compact for a double, weighing just 9kg, and has a nifty shoulder strap and handle to make lugging it about easier. Next time I’m going in the car (heads up, probably weeks away 😅) I’ll do some comparison shots with the Duet of it in the boot. Whilst it’s a smaller and lighter fold than the Duet, it is slightly wider unfolded...but I’ve had it in our lift, front door, through gates and in a restaurant today all without any bother at all. Full review to follow once I’ve played with it some more 😊 #gifted #mountainbuggy #twinmum #lifewithoutlimits
The twin purchase I shout the most about is our @mountain_buggy Duet. I researched EVERY SINGLE double out there, nearly driving myself mad in the process, before buying the Duet. Thankfully, it was definitely the right choice for us and I’ll bore anyone who will listen about all its great qualities. Since the boys have been born though, Mountain Buggy have released the Nano Duo. This fella 👆🏼. They very kindly sent us one to road test (lucky much?!) and I’ll share my thoughts properly once we’ve used it more as this is its debut day out but first impressions are AWESOME. It has a teeny tiny fold (I can carry it on my shoulder like a handbag!!!!!) and the boys are super comfy in it, evidenced by T2 being asleep already. And yes, it’s still wonderfully narrow 💪🏼💪🏼💪🏼 #mountainbuggy #nanoduo #lifewithoutlimits #gifted #twinmum
Heard the weather was gonna be nice this weekend so got the brightest mani I could and then bought cake to celebrate 💅🏼
I’ve loved reading all the #maternalmentalhealthweek posts. Well maybe “loved” is the wrong word as some of them are gut wrenching, but I’ve enjoyed seeing the honesty and the encouragement of open discussion. One thing that has really struck me though is the emphasis on newborn life (she says, illustrating this with a newborn pic) and I understand completely why this is: for a lot of people the adjustment from pregnant to parent is the hardest part. But what about when the babies are that bit older? When all the frozen lasagne has been eaten? When you’re thinking about going back to work? When you’re wondering why you still haven’t made it to bloody Monkey Music yet? Whilst the newborn stage is relentless, I actually approached the six month stage with more anxiety I think. It felt like a lot of changes coming all at once: weaning, moving out their room, new pram, new routine, new toys, DOUBLE CALPOL DOSES. It’s not like something magically happens at midnight on their six month birthday, but it’s a big milestone. And it’s one you’re likely to reach tired, in the midst of teething, when offers of support and regular checks from professionals have dried up. One of the greatest gifts of twins is that, for me at least, they instil a natural confidence that all babies really are different. I think in many ways I’d find one baby harder as I’d have to just trust when people tell me not to compare other people’s experiences, whereas I’m seeing first hand how two babies raised the same way with the same “things” are still wonderfully different to one another. I’ve seen some fab tips for #whatidgiveanewmum and I don’t have much to add other than to remember that a lot of the advice bestowed upon you (often unsolicited 😉) will be anecdotal. Babies are different and parents are different and you will find your own way. Then you’ll have to find your new way when they’re a bit older. And then again. I’m sure my parents are still navigating how to deal with my sister and I now! I’m so grateful for the support on here and I’d really urge anyone who needs to talk to someone face-to-face to do so. There are always people who can help, it’s the asking that’s crucial 💞
You know when you’re so bored of thinking about something you almost can’t bear to mention it? Well that’s me and nappies at the moment. If you follow my Stories you’ll know I’ve been having LOTS OF FUN (read: screaming into the abyss) trying to buy this month’s nappies on the cheap. Firstly I tried Aldi’s and was the first person on earth to not like them. We had multiple leaks. (Maybe the sizing is just off for my boys at the moment? Who knows). Then I saw a GREAT Asda deal for what I thought was my usual Pampers fave, only for 500 Baby Dry nappies to arrive rather than the Premium Protection ones (ARGH). Again, lots of you messaged to say you preferred Baby Dry but my high maintenance children did not. Of course! Finally after a tonne of hassle I exchanged them and, god willing, I will not have to think about nappies again for ages BUT BUT BUT I wanted to talk about price per nappy quickly because I couldn’t believe how much I was sleepwalking into spending. I’ve always bought the bulk of our nappies through Amazon Subscribe & Save, it’s super convenient and when I was first buying nappies I checked throughly and it was a lot cheaper than elsewhere. But for this month’s delivery I was going to be paying 21p a nappy. 21 PENCE PER NAPPY. That’s a lot when you get through 75 or so a week. I had blindly assumed that size 4 were just more expensive, I hadn’t continued to price check as the months went on. It wasn’t until I was in Aldi actually that I realised how expensive my Pampers habit was. THANKFULLY, @ruthwalters83 reminded me of the BumDeal website. (BumDeal.co.uk, no this is not an ad/freebie!). It’s basically a nappy price checker (and wipes! And other baby things!) and I was able to find the exact nappies I was going to blindly buy on Amazon for 21p each on sale at Asda for 9p each! That’s £9 a week difference. Nearly £40 a month! The deals change *all the time* and on Amazon the price has actually come way back down again today. The Asda deal is finished and now Tesco looks the best bet for my nappy choice. But long story short: price check your branded nappies. Everyone will have a different opinion on which nappies perform best ~continues in comments~
They slept in the nursery. THEY SLEPT IN THE NURSERY. Thank you Paul, Ryan and George for looking after them ❤️💛❤️
Me, last night, about to sleep in my own bed for the first time since October: “I can’t sleep separately from them. I will never sleep. I can feel them kicking inside me. They will know I abandoned them. They will think I’m a bad mum. They’ll wake up and not know where I am. They’ll miss me. I’ll miss them. I can’t.” 😭😭😭 Me, waking up in my own bedroom at NINE THIRTY for the first time in well over a year: “Yeah. I think this will be fine”. 💃🏽💃🏽💃🏽
This bloody dress! I adore it, I do, but it’s been worn too much now. I wore it throughout pregnancy (scroll across to see me thinking I had “a big bump” in Majorca. LOL @ 16 WEEKS ME. I’m bigger than that now 🤣), I wore it to wearily take the boys home from hospital (yes, in late October), I wore it in the glorious sunshine of last week, got it covered in wee and blood this weekend (not mine 🙄) and today had it hoiked up round my melons as I went through the joys of a colposcopy. TMI? Sorry! AND REMEMBER TO BOOK YOUR SMEAR TEST! Honestly I’m not sure what to make of it now, I love it too much to throw it away but it stresses me out (I keep caressing my Pringles bump wondering if I need to be belted up for monitoring) and I know I’m at a very real risk of just wearing it every day for the rest of my life. It’s just so comfy and the stripes and ruffle hem are so joyful and I JUST CAN’T PART WITH IT. So, as angst riddled as this dress is, I shall wear it forever I think. Just try to stop me 💃🏽
You asked, she delivered. Swipe for skincare secrets 👍🏼 (To say that she’d be horrified by the hundreds of pounds sitting on my bathroom shelves is an understatement).
Imagine being 80 and being this fabulous. 💅🏼
Six months. Your first birthday is as close as the day you were born, which is bizarre because that day feels like yesterday and many lifetimes ago all at once. T1, what can I say? I have never met a baby like you. I have never met *anyone* like you. And in the most hilariously brilliant way! You are just terrifyingly clever. Why do you understand everything we say? You are too young for such tricks. I do hope you harness your powers for good, and I know T2 will help you with that. You are the funniest person I know and whilst some might scoff at the idea that a baby can be intentionally funny, anyone who has met you will attest. You are marvellous, in the truest sense of the word, and I’m not sure I’ve ever had as much fun as when I’m hanging out with you. T2, oh T2. Every morning I see you and my heart aches to the point where I feel like I can hear the blood swelling. How are you real? I don’t understand it. You look after me just as much as I look after you and I am so truly grateful for that. How can a six month old be patient? Kind? Diligent? Calm? Hard working? Thoughtful? You have all these traits that adults strive for and yet there you are, my baby, just doing it. My supposed-to-be-first-born who let T1 take the spotlight because you’re happy to sit back and do what is needed to make this family work. And boy do you. You are a constant treat. Well done both of you and thanks so much for being here, you’re just so very excellent.
When I’m not stressing about insects clambering upon my children, I’m enjoying the view.
T1, pointing: “And over there, that’s where we’ll climb trees” T2: “You know our neurotic mother won’t let us climb trees, right?” T1: “There’s two of us remember, she won’t stand a chance”.
This book is such a treat. Bought by my parents for the boys, but totally for us as well. Those pictures! Those words! Those heady memories of pockets full of conkers and newts escaping jars! I hadn’t heard of The Lost Words, despite it being a Hay Festival Book of the Year last year and a Sunday Times Bestseller. In my defence, I have been quite busy. The book, a collaboration between Robert Macfarlane and Jackie Morris, is a tribute to just some of the words which have fallen out of the Oxford Junior Dictionary. Because why would a child need to learn about “kingfishers”, when they could read about “broadband”? 😔 As a well supported letter to the folks behind the OJD read in 2015: “There is a shocking, proven connection between the decline in natural play and the decline in children’s wellbeing.” This book is designed as a spellbook, encouraging children to summon up these lost words and appreciate the fine natural beings they represent. It’s just gorgeous, as you’ll get a glimpse of if you scroll across ✨✨✨
“Good job they’re cute”. On repeat. All day. 😴