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Everyday experiences with twins. The ups, downs and downright unexpected.

Girl’s Day February 6, 2011

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So this weekend we had a girls only day. And no, sadly that didn’t mean a spot of brunch, a mani – pedi and some retail therapy. I had a day on my own with the twins. Just the three of us. Me hopelessly outnumbered by some (very nearly) two-year olds.

Twins Daddy had taken the Big Brother on an organised desert drive. They left around 7am and weren’t due back until at least 9pm. So how best to fill the day?

I started with an optimistic telly in bed session. We watched Mr Benn together with cups of milk; they demanded seconds, then moved onto a chant for “porritch”. I suggested that maybe we could watch a full episode (all 13 minutes of it), before breakfast; therefore giving twinsmummy time to drink her tea and read at least 4 pages of the newspaper, but no, they were insistent. Porritch is was.

My next cunning plan was to create an appetite whilst simultaneously exhausting them with a trip to the soft play area in Magic Planet. It worked a treat. We ran, we climbed, we fell over… a lot, and I denied all knowledge of ‘snacks’ in the hope they’d be ravenous by 11.30.

We trooped into Carluccio’s and for a moment, as I grappled the two of them into high chairs and watched helplessly as one emptied the salt bowl, and the other started flinging the sugar sachets onto the next table; whether it might have been simpler to just take them home for lunch.

But then I remembered that it would be me on the floor clearing the debris afterwards, and decided that at least this way, someone who was getting paid had the pleasure instead.

I optimistically ordered lasagna for them. Not something we’ve tried before. The brunette approved. The blonde was unimpressed. So, the brunette enjoyed seconds, whilst the blonde ate crayons and bread sticks.

I chose finger food only, hopeful that I’d be getting at least some of the lasagna (no chance!); and a hot drink that I had to leave on the other side of the table to avoid the temptation of small hands. I did such a good job of removing it from their consciousness that I consequently forgot all about it, realising only once it was stone cold.

Note to self, when dining alone with toddlers, order cold drinks only. Preferably large and alcoholic.

The ice cream was much more of a success. So much so that there was much screaming when the bowl was emptied. I’d been synchronised-spooning it into both mouths at the same time so it hadn’t taken us long to clear the lot. Fortunately, there was a woman at the next table doing face painting which provided enough of a distraction for me to pack up our belongings and down the cold coffee.

I glanced briefly down at the floor and was pleased to see that it wasn’t our worst effort. Sure, they’ll still be chiseling the pasta off the tiles in a week’s time, but at least the granulated sugar can be hoovered up quite quickly, right?

The excitement of the morning proved too much for my two who both zonked out during the 10 minute drive home.

I delicately laid them both in their cots and crept downstairs to enjoy the first peace of the day and an unaccompanied trip to the toilet.

It was 1.07 pm.

What on earth to do for the next 6 hours?




Does it have nuts in it? September 24, 2010

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I have a new mantra. “Does it have nuts in it?”.

This week, following two fairly gruelling sessions at the hospital, it has been officially declared. The blonde has a severe allergy to nuts. We’d been playing it down since the peanut butter incident, but we can’t argue with the facts. Or the consequences. The reality is we can’t take the risk of exposing her to any type of nut.

We are now armed with epi-pens, leaflets, videos to watch, websites to visit and lots of advice from people who know other children with allergies. Some of it more helpful than others, it has to be said.

The consultant’s advice was the most frightening, stating that “many families in the same situation take a decision to never eat outside the home”. It took a moment for me to register exactly what he was suggesting. No lunches and barbecues at friends’ houses? No family lunches at Carluccio’s? No cheeky little muffin with a hot chocolate at Caffe Nero? Surely he couldn’t be serious?

He also advised we rid our home of all nuts and any item showing that utterly useless disclaimer, “This product may contain nuts or traces of nuts”. The chances are it doesn’t contain nuts, has never been near a nut, couldn’t identify a nut if one jumped up and cracked its shell over its packaging, but dare we take the risk?

We were told that we need to consider all our holiday plans and inform any hotel or airline of the blonde’s predicament before we travel. We have to brief all close friends and relatives who spend any amount of time with the blonde and the brunette and help them understand the severity of the situation so there can be no chance of an accident.

Perhaps the most tricky is educating big brother without scaring him witless. The last thing I need is any increase in the middle of the night visits as a result of bad dreams about axe-wielding peanuts.

Having had a few days to ponder these adjustments, I was just starting to get used to the idea when we were invited to a friend’s house for our weekly coffee and baby meet. I normally take a few snacks to keep my two quiet, but the blonde has always been of the opinion that other people’s snacks are far more interesting, and invariably without waiting to be offered, she helps herself to anything she can lay her hands on.

My friend had already sussed that mini chocolate croissants were a nut-free naughty that could be offered to small people if required and that all other snacks were to be kept out of reach, as neither of us know whether a whole wheat Cheerio is in fact, a peanut in disguise.

The morning passed without incident, but there were no other toddlers present. What will it be like in a packed party environment, or a play zone with dozens of other children? I’ve always been very relaxed about my children eating anything that is offered to them but that can no longer be the case. Every label must be read. Every offer of any nibble needs to be questioned and the snack vetted for suitability.

Today I stood for 10 minutes to find out if a cinnamon roll had been polluted with any form of nut. It took three people to understand what I was asking, before a fourth volunteered to go and ask the chef. For a brief moment, the idea of never eating outside our home, seemed to make sense.

I do hope she grows out of it.