Yes, they're twins. Both of them!

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

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!


School Play March 28, 2010

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This week’s great excitement has been the Year 1 performance. Entitled ‘Ballooning Around The World’ it starred every single child in Year 1 – a grand total of 116 children. Let’s just say I’m glad I wasn’t in charge. 3 seem to defeat me most days.

My son had one of only a handful of speaking parts and was bursting with excitement days in advance. By the morning of the show we could hardly contain him. We all knew his line, could hum along to the song and had been fully briefed on where he had to sit on stage.

Proud grandparents in tow, we arrived at school for the 830 am performance. The stars get a little weary as the day wears on so apparently it’s best to catch them first thing to ensure a seamless performance. Leave it any later and there are tantrums, tears and hair-pulling. I’ve heard it’s just the same at the RSC.

The show was a knockout. Out of time singing, enthusiastic dance moves, a few hiccoughs from the cd player and much waving at the crowd of parents, grandparents and siblings.

As the children filed out of the school hall at the end of the show I felt like every proud mummy should. My son marched past the end of our row with a beaming grin as he clocked us all and just one thought crossed my mind.

It would have been nice if one of his teachers had realised he had his trousers on back to front!