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Turkey Lurkey December 29, 2011

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A festive list of the amount of turkey consumed in twinsmummy’s household since Christmas day:

25th Dec – Lunch = Roast turkey plus all the trimmings

25th Dec – Dinner = Turkey sandwiches plus most of the trimmings

26th Dec – Lunch = Roast turkey plus some of the trimmings

26th Dec – Dinner = Turkey risotto with hidden sprouts

27th Dec – Lunch = Turkey sandwiches – trimmings thin on the ground

27th Dec – Dinner = Mince pies / Chocolate truffles and festive crumble…

28th Dec – Lunch = A tactical spag bol as twinsmummy knows the turkey curry is imminent

28th Dec – Dinner = The unavoidable turkey curry

29th Dec – Lunch = More of the unavoidable turkey curry

29th Dec – Dinner = Are we allowed to go out and buy any non-turkey related grub yet?


Festive Purchases December 19, 2011

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One of the best things about the build up to Christmas is the sheer volume of seasonal retail opportunities available. It’s a great time to buy things just because they are:

a) red

b) gold

c) covered in jaunty-looking robins

d) look beautiful arranged artistically in the Pottery Barn window

e) all the above

Last week, my mum and I managed  a couple of child-free hours to hit the shops and during this time, I indulged myself in a spot of utterly unnecessary Christmas retail therapy. Totally sucked in by the gorgeously styled table displays, I found myself at the till of Crate and Barrel with snowflake shaped ramekins that I’d decided were obligatory for our festive celebrations.

We already own white ramekins that match our daily dinner service, purple ramekins that match our smart dinner service, and a dozen blue Le Creuset ramekins that are oven-proof, dishwasher-proof and twins mummy-proof. Then there are the two heart-shaped ramekins that come out once a year in recognition of Valentine’s day.

It’s therefore perfectly clear that I don’t own nearly enough ramekins so it was Crate and Barrel’s lucky day.

I can’t mention what else I bought in case twinsdaddy is reading this but suffice to say, he’s also benefited from my seasonal spending!

Yesterday I decided to unwrap my ramekins and find them a spot in my fit-to bursting kitchen. The girls spotted the tissue paper packages and started cooing and aaaahing expectantly so I advised that it was now most definitely Christmas as mummy had bought snowflake shaped ramekins.

More cooing and aaahing.

The girls took one look at the ramekins and I think were a little disappointed after my big festive build up.

I tried to build enthusiasm. “Aren’t they pretty? They’re like big red snowflakes.”

Ooh yes said the blonde, “It’s like Christmas. Mummy got big red CORNflakes.”

We could start a new festive trend!


Pragmatic December 11, 2011

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This morning, Nana and Babar left us after a week of pre-Christmas festivities. In the last week we’ve made mince pies, we’ve created paper chain snowmen and painted festive penguins, and in spite of the near 30 degree heat outside, we all firmly embraced the festive season.

As their flight left at 8am, the grandparents were up and away before any of the children awoke.

When I went to help the big brother dress for school, he was predictably glum. He’s always the same and requires a big helping of TLC to get him through the first day ‘sans grandparents’. We had lots of hugs and reassuring conversations of how it would be ‘no time at all’ until we see them again, and by the time he trooped off to school, his bottom lip was no longer wobbling.

I was a bit nervous broaching the subject with the girls. The brunette has clung to my father like a little shadow for the past 7 days. She realised early on that if she played helpless, he’d invariably pick her up and carry her wherever required, or feed her spoon after spoon to save her the effort at meal times!

There was no need to worry.

I gently mentioned in passing that Nana and Babar had gone to the airport and then sat back and waited for the howling to begin. The blonde merely shrugged and clarified that they were “going on a plane to Eeeen-gland” while the brunette pointed out the glaringly obvious reason for their departure….

“Nana and Babar have gone to feed Freddie”.

Which is a good point really, as the poor cat must be starving by now!