tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41037728773678641332024-02-20T08:31:57.153-08:00Multi-tastic MumThe Adventures of Me Multi Mum and My Two Sets of Twin Girls.Multi Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06148697239841374092noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103772877367864133.post-79618479016853145992016-03-14T16:48:00.001-07:002016-03-14T16:50:54.196-07:00Threads, tags, spillage and new pants<br />
I don't know if I have made this clear in previous posts but I live in an
absolute mad house! This mad house is also a terraced house and I feel very
sorry for my neighbours as there is always some form of screaming, shouting or
waling going on. Very often very early in the morning|! My former self would
have hated living next door to me, I am not a morning person which is quite
difficult at 5am when two out of four have wet the bed....<o:p></o:p><br />
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I am currently living with a pair of gorgeous but slightly <span aria-haspopup="true" id=":z.1" role="menuitem" tabindex="-1"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">OCD</span></span> three year <span style="background-color: white;"><span aria-haspopup="true" id=":z.2" role="menuitem" tabindex="-1"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;">olds</span></span>.</span> Molly, especially gets
very upset by any form or spillage on oneself at meal times or even worse
stepping in a spillage in socked feet. A wet sock can start a meltdown like no
other and often only a full outfit change will suffice, more often than not just
when we are about to get ready to leave for the school run. A hanging thread
from a sock, glove, legging or any clothes item for that matter needs scissors
NOW, GET RID of if NOW and if you can't then I will need a full outfit change
immediately. My three year <span aria-haspopup="true" id=":z.3" role="menuitem" tabindex="-1"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">olds</span></span>
are very clever in the toilet department and have been fully potty trained for
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which is fine and commendable and I am very proud until a small drip falls into
their pants! This results in a full outfit change NOW! No not the scruffy
clothes you keep downstairs for emergencies, I need to go back upstairs NOW
with you to spend 20 minutes choosing more clothes.<o:p></o:p><br />
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I sometimes wonder at the fact that my three year <span aria-haspopup="true" id=":z.5" role="menuitem" tabindex="-1"><span style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255);">olds</span></span> are in fact my second set of
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are? Why can't I remember what I did last time? Everyone talks about the terrible two's but there is nothing like a pair of
three year <span style="background-color: white;"><span aria-haspopup="true" id=":z.7" role="menuitem" tabindex="-1"><span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;">olds</span></span>
who work together to plot against you. If one hurts themselves and starts to
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wailing, not in sympathy but because they have seen their twin sister getting a
bit of one to one attention. People often tell me I should write a book on
bringing up twins but I wouldn't know where to begin, I am amazed every evening
that we all made it through the day and when I finally get to bed I am already
thinking about the mountain I have to climb the next day and the <span style="background-attachment: scroll; background-clip: border-box; background-image: none; background-origin: padding-box; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat; background-size: auto;"><span aria-haspopup="true" id=":z.9" role="menuitem" tabindex="-1">realisation</span></span> that
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<span style="background-color: white;">Right enough rambling, I have school bags to pack, school shoes to find and
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whatever I choose in favour of some colourful non matching attire, which will
no doubt be changed three or four or five times during the day..<o:p></o:p></span>Multi Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06148697239841374092noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103772877367864133.post-50290207738387278072016-01-20T02:43:00.001-08:002016-01-20T02:43:47.822-08:00My sad farewell to Benji
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Long before I had children or even thoughts of children I
lived in Manchester and longed for a dog. I would trawl the rescue sites online
in my lunch hour and try and persuade Mr D to let me have one, but to no avail.
Then one lunchtime I saw a picture of the most gorgeous little terrier looking
very sorry for himself in his kennels and so I did a naughty thing and rang up
the sanctuary. They told me he had just been returned for a second time as he
was quite a handful. So I booked an appointment to go and see him in Sheffield
and amazingly Mr D agreed! When we got there the little terrier we had come to
see was in the very last kennel and on the wall was his photograph with a
message underneath saying “Benji. Don’t be fooled by his cute exterior!” and
the rest you could say is history. Benji came home with us that very day. He
was a little superstar in the house and seemed so happy to be in a home with a
nice comfy sofa and lots of cuddles. He had the most amazing under bite which
made him always look like he was smiling. It soon became clear Benji wasn’t
fond of visitors, postmen or anyone walking past the house. When we first took
him out for a walk he went for every ankle he passed and tried to grab a ladies
handbag and went absolutely nuts at any other dog he saw. He was quite spirited
but I loved him from the moment I saw his little furry face on the internet so
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Over the years Benji mellowed (a bit) and he was my best
friend and travel companion. He came on many adventures with us, even to Auntie
Katie’s wedding! He walked all over the Lake District, up mountains and chased
sheep in the highlands of Scotland, he attacked the waves on all the beaches in
Northumberland. Came with us camping and accompanied us on part of our
honeymoon in Cornwall and was a resident in Doris are fabulous retro caravan. He
even fell in to disused canal in the Cotswolds, luckily on the end of his lead,
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">There was and never will be another dog like Benji. Some of
his quirks were he REALLY didn’t like motorbikes, or tractors or ice cream
vans. He didn’t like other dogs, although a few he did especially female
westies, but border collies were on the top of his hated list along with
builders and postmen. He also wasn’t very keen on small children...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Benji’s life definitely changed when my big girls Lily and
Daisy were born and I was quite nervous about how it was all going to work.
When Benji came home from Auntie Katie’s and the two little babies were in the
house he didn’t seem to mind until they cried and then Benji joined in and
howled! My poor neighbours. But he adapted, we just had to put up a few
stairgates and I think we would have managed but when Molly and Nell arrived
eighteen months later it all got a lot more complicated. I was determined I was
going to make it work. Benji was one of the family and I loved him to bits,
even if he did have a fondness for eating pooey nappies, but the poor little
chap wasn’t get any younger and he wasn’t getting the attention he deserved. Christmas
2012 was an incredibly difficult time for us, my new-born’s weren’t feeding or
sleeping well, and they suffered from silent reflux and had a cow’s milk
intolerance which hadn’t yet been properly diagnosed. I knew that I was being
selfish by making Benji stay and he was starting to get snappy with the big
girls so I made the very difficult decision to try and find a new home for him.
But who would take on a thirteen year old terrier with his “quirks”. I really
thought we wouldn’t find anyone suitable and I wouldn’t contemplate sending him
back to a rescue centre but then fate intervened and we found ourselves in
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Gillian, like me ten years earlier, fell in love with Benji
from his picture and when she met him the deal was done. I knew Benji was going
to a home where he would be the centre of attention and receive all the love
and cuddles (not to mention ice cream and fish and chips) he deserved. Benji
and Gillian were my friends on Facebook so I could still see Benji and keep in
touch. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Gillian and her partner Colin
cared for Benji for three years and nursed him when he was ill. And when it
came to the end of Benji’s life he went to sleep feeling safe and loved in
Gillian’s arms and is now at peace and bouncing around and causing mischief once
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Goodbye Benji my gorgeous furry boy, you brought so much
joy, fun and laughter in to our lives. I will never forget you and thank you
Gillian for all the love and happiness you brought to that little man you will
be always very special to us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">So it has been a while since I thought about writing a blog
post. It gets to the evening and all is finally quiet, after fourteen hours of
LOUD and the playroom is tidied and the dishwasher unloaded and the washing put
on and the tumble dryer is on and the washing is put away and the clothes are
out for the morning. I just about have the strength to turn on the laptop and
lift a large glass of wine to my lips and all I can do is sit and try not to
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">People keep saying to me “oh but it must be getting easier”
and I politely smile and say yes in some ways but what I really want to say is
“ come to my house and spend twelve hours in this mad house and then you
wouldn’t think about uttering those words to me”!!!! Of course in theory it
should be easier. The Bigs are at school and the Littlies go playgroup in the
morning but inexplicably it isn’t and I feel more exhausted than ever. Maybe it
is because they are all so good at School and Playgroup that the moment they
run out of the door they crumble when they see me and tantrums and inter- twin
fighting begins. I also seem unable to keep all four happy at the same time.
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Christmas was a joyous mix of excitement, chaos and
screaming. We now have an abundance of fairies (Daisy asked for a Fairy
village), unicorns, dolphins and mermaids. Santa brought Lily a mermaid with a
dolphin, because Lily LOVES dolphins, the mermaid wasn’t a lot to write home
about, some might say Santa found it in a very cheap shop! Molly and Nell love
mermaids so Nanny bought them a beautiful Ariel doll each from the Disney store
but yet the three of them spent most of the time screaming and fighting over
the inferior mermaid who came close to being beheaded on a number of occasions.
SO Mummy decided to find the cheap shop that Santa may have bought the mermaid
from and bought two more for Molly and Nell. Molly and Nell chose them
themselves. One had a pink tail and pink hair and the other had a blue tail
with yellow and green hair and a seahorse friend. They were asked repeatedly if
they were happy with their choice, to which they replied they were. When we got
home all was calm for about two minutes and then Nell decided she wanted a pink
mermaid and then Lily got home and wanted the mermaid with the seahorse, not
her original one that they all fought over, there was lots of crying and I
thought my head may explode. SO the next day Mummy went back to the cheap shop
and emptied the shelves of mermaids! Lily got the mermaid with the seahorse and
Nell got the blue version of the pink mermaid (as there was no pink ones left
which was a bit of gamble!) and then I felt sorry for Daisy who wasn’t at all bothered
about dolls or mermaids so I bought her a new purse for her precious monies. At
the end of the day everyone was thrilled except Lily who cried because she now
wanted the sparkly purse that Daisy had. At this point I texted my other half
and said I can’t deal with twins any more they are just too hard and to bring
home a bottle of wine SOD dry January.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Multi Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06148697239841374092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103772877367864133.post-64094059295386119372015-09-01T15:36:00.000-07:002015-09-01T15:36:39.567-07:00End of an eraI am sitting here thinking about how I should really be in bed but instead I feel the need to put something down in writing to mark the eve of a new era. My big girls start school tomorrow and I am not sure how I feel. <br />
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On the one hand it has been a long six and a half weeks refereeing my four little bundles or joy! I am looking forward to some me time, sitting in complete silence, peeing in private and not having to repeat myself six thousand times and ending the day hoarse after twelve hours of trying to make myself heard. But this isn't just the bigs at nursery and the littlies at playgroup this is SCHOOL! They are entering the real world outside of our chaotic family and donning their outsize school pinafores and knee socks and putting their best feet forward all on their own without me to hold their hands. <br />
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I was dreading the summer holidays laying awake at night wondering how I would fill all those days but actually it has been pretty good, albeit very knackering. There has been some sisterly bonding, in between punch ups, and some massive milestones have come and gone. I no longer have nappies on my online shopping order and we are now a household with no cots or stair gates. And now we have all got used to each other all being around each other every day and daring to stray from the routine it is time to start the school run...<br />
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How will I feel tomorrow when I wave them off into school? Will I do a little jig or will I shed a tear? I will keep you posted xMulti Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06148697239841374092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103772877367864133.post-69755346311259555982015-01-17T12:54:00.002-08:002015-01-17T12:54:10.195-08:00The Big Work Dilemma<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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After taking six months unpaid leave from my job at the
University library I should have been returning this week but after much soul
searching I decided before Christmas that it was time to realise that I can’t
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went back last year I enjoyed working once I was there. It gave me the freedom
of just being me and being able to read a book on the metro and go to the
toilet on my own and enjoy some adult conversation. Not to mention lunch breaks browsing in Cath Kidston. It was a breath of fresh
air. But I couldn’t switch off when I left the house I was trying to juggle
work commitments and constantly checking my phone to make sure that everyone
was ok. There was so much guilt involved, guilt that I was leaving them all and
guilt at feeling so unreliable at work. I took six months unpaid leave to try
and work out a plan of action and hoped that once the girls were all that
little bit older that it may be easier to arrange childcare but in the end I
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It is hard giving up a good job in this day and age when
they are so hard to come by and I miss my lovely work friends who saw me
through IVF treatments and two twin pregnancies. I also feel a little out of
touch with reality too as I don’t get time to read and rarely switch on the
news. I tend to learn things through facebook and my world revolves around
Disney, Ben and Holly and Peppa Pig. My days are challenging, having two very
strong willed two year olds fighting with each other and their big sisters can
wear you down. But in between there are some wonderful moments that I wouldn’t
want to miss for the world and I feel very lucky that I have four such happy,
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2015 is going to be a year of change with my babies all growing up so fast and my big girls starting school in September! I am hoping I might even find a bit of me time in there somewhere too.</div>
<br />Multi Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06148697239841374092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103772877367864133.post-18409871149306533192014-06-04T13:03:00.000-07:002014-06-04T13:03:15.855-07:00Our five minutes of fame<div class="ecxMsoNormal">
So Roger Federer and his wife have had their 2<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">nd</span></sup> set of twins and all of a sudden the media is interested in us less glamorous normal folk who have also produced a couple of sets of multiples. So much so that in the last few weeks I have featured in the Daily Telegraph and been interviewed on Radio 4’s Woman’s Hour. All very exciting indeed. I am very good at saying yes to things before I have had chance to think these things through…</div>
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I have now had a few experiences of being interviewed for the papers and magazines which is fine, I quite like talking and I know my subject matter very well. But the home visit from the photographers is a whole different kettle of fish. My children hate being photographed especially when it involves sitting together and all looking at the camera and smiling! Personally if I was writing an article on a family with two sets of twins I would want to see the chaos of everyday life reflected in the accompanying photographs. But it seems that the media disagree and the photographer’s brief is always to capture our happy family of six beautifully presented and all looking at the camera in unison. The result is tantrums, tears, dummies and thumbs in mouths. One of the most painful afternoons of my entire life was when a photographer, an assistant and a stylist arrived an hour late and then took over my living room turning it into a mock Christmas scene. Then whisked me away from all my children for an hour and half plastered me in makeup and squeezed my post two twin pregnancy body in some god awful clothes, after asking my Mum, who was looking after 4 children, to iron them. Then asked me to dress my bored, tired, hungry and very grumpy children in an array of different outfits, only for the photographer to turn round and announce she was going out for a sandwich. Three hours later I had to ask them to leave my house after my husband went out for a walk to avoid a nervous breakdown and one of my wee twins had thrown up all over me and her outfit through stress and upset only to be told she would have to phone her editor to make sure they had got enough photos.</div>
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Surely a trip to BBC Radio Newcastle to talk to Dame Jenni Murray would be stress free, simply a morning out from the children and not a photographer in sight. I arrived and all was well and I was shown into what looked like a broom cupboard and given a cup of coffee. I put my headphones on and was told someone would talk to me through them when it was time for me to talk to the nation. I was then left alone and I started to get a bit nervous. I had no idea what time it was or when my slot was on and I started wondering whether I should have gone to the loo before entering the broom cupboard. The more I thought about it the more I needed the toilet and I started to come out in a cold sweat. Eventually panic stricken thinking I was going to have an accident whilst talking to Dame Jenni I opened the door and shouted ‘HELLO’ and luckily a nice woman stuck her head round the door. I explained I was going to be on air in a matter of minutes but I was desperate for the loo. We ran through endless corridors until eventually we found the ladies. I was in such a hurry and a fluster, what if they had cut to me in the studio and Dame Jenni was met with stony silence, that the button pinged off my jeans when I tried to fasten them and I had to run back to the store cupboard holding my trousers up ! Luckily I had a good five minutes before I was on air to compose myself and all went well, although it seems I did conduct the entire interview in my best posh accent, but I will never know as I can’t bear to listen to it as I hate the sound of my own voice. Maybe next time there is a media request I will say no...</div>
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Today seems like a very poignant day for me. It isn’t a
birthday or an anniversary but it is exactly five days since wee twins turned
eighteen months old. The exact age that big twins were when wee twins were
born. It was a planned c section so I knew the date in advance and had
everything organised to the nth degree for their arrival. I can remember the
evening before like it was yesterday. I don’t think I have ever felt so nervous
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There is always guilt attached to being a Mum of multiples.
From the moment they are born they have to share your attention. One is left to
cry whilst the other is fed, when both cry at the same time in the night who do
you soothe first? It takes longer to bond because I never felt like I could lie
on the bed or the sofa and let one sleep on me because one would always be left
out and then they would want to sleep like that all the time. Guilt, guilt and
more guilt.</div>
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The morning I left for hospital to have my wee twins I not
only felt nervous but a massive burden of guilt on my shoulders. My twins Lily
and Daisy, who were still my little babies, had always had to share my love and
attention and now they were going to have share me with two more little people.
How on earth was I going to give everyone the love they needed? The short
answer to that is I couldn’t! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am lucky
to have my Mum and my Sister close by and they helped us, my child-minder
helped us and my child-minder’s best friend is a maternity nurse and four weeks
in we needed her help too. I tried to so hard to be everything for everyone and
sleep deprived and emotional me and hubster were close to killing each other. Karyn
helped to save our sanity and our marriage and brought some much needed
laughter back into the house. At the time I felt like a failure I thought after
already having twins I should be able to do it all again and asking for help
made me weak. But Karyn made it possible for me to spend some time with big
twins and wee twins and she eased some of my guilt. </div>
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So in this blog I would like to thank all those people who
have helped us and kept our children’s lives relatively normal. I have to
confess wee twins have yet to experience a trip to the park or a dip in the
swimming pool but as everyone gets older I hope this will become possible. Me
and hubster aren’t perfect and we do have blazing rows but for the most part
the fab four are surrounded by love and laughter and a circle of extended
family and friends to shower them with attention. </div>
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Do I still feel guilty? Yes every day for some reason or
another and I don’t think that will ever change. But when I see the big twins
laughing and giggling and playing with their little sisters and see the close
bond all four are going to have I think that will make up for all the times
when one of them was left to cry. </div>
Multi Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06148697239841374092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103772877367864133.post-4162894218150865992014-04-07T06:08:00.001-07:002014-04-07T12:33:00.919-07:00Big Girls Beds!<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">It has been a while since my last blog. The expression not
enough time in the day really does describe my life. We have been dealing with illness,
my return to work, illness, birthdays, illness and the biggy, big girl’s beds!!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Big twins turned three on 31<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">st</span></sup> March and they were
promised big girls beds. We have probably left this longer than most but the
big girls sleep like a dream and have never climbed out of their cots so I was
very reluctant to change anything. But now they are three I felt I could put it
off no longer and the big girls beds were put together by Daddy on Saturday.
The levels of excitement were off the scale and bless them they have now slept
two nights without incident. They did fall out a couple of times but there was
a crash mat or three and they didn’t wake up! However this does signal the end
to afternoon naps! I am not risking them going to bed wide awake.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The ground rules have been set and repeated at regular
intervals during the days prior to the big event. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">On Sunday morning I listened to them talking on the baby
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Daisy “Lily no! Mummy
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">This conversation went on for around half an hour with a few
songs in between and they finally decided to shout Mummy together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wonder if they will always abide by the
rules so well?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">So Saturday saw my big twins in big girl’s beds and my wee
twins turned eighteen months. The exact age that big twins were when wee twins
were born.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This seems unbelievable to me
as my wee girls are growing up fast too but they are still my babies. I am not
sure I could do it again….<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Multi Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06148697239841374092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103772877367864133.post-46708944274517475732014-03-09T14:20:00.002-07:002014-03-09T14:20:59.287-07:00Bye Bye to the Amazing Quadmobile<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Ahh today has been the end of era. I sold my amazing piece
of multitastic kit. The quad buggy. This was the buggy that, when I found out I
was expecting twins again, I researched and obsessed about for months. I had to
have it. It was my solution to staying independent being able to leave the
house by myself with all four children. However, in reality that didn’t happen
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I soon realised that leaving the house with two newborns and
two eighteen month olds (including one who couldn’t walk) on my own was just a
wee bit optimistic. I remember posting on Facebook when my first set of twins
were born that it had taken me nearly two hours to leave the house when they
were around five weeks old. So add a couple of stroppy toddlers in to the mix
and you can imagine trying to get out in between feeds, naps and tantrums was a
bit tricky. On some days it would have been getting dark by the time I stepped
foot outside the front door. In the end what would normally happen is I would
use the quad as a double buggy for the wee twins and then someone would come
with me and take the big twins in their double buggy. This also attracted a lot
less attention.</div>
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two sets of twin girls. However, there are days when you just need to leave the
house to maintain that last ounce of sanity you have left and don’t want to
engage in small talk with anyone. Some days by the time I had shut the front
door I was practically in tears all I wanted was a bracing walk along the sea
front to clear my head. If you are pushing a quad double decker buggy that is
never going to happen. Every other person stops you and wants to ask ‘is it two
sets of twins?’ or ‘are they all yours?’ and on a couple of occasions when I
had my husband with me someone would stop us and ask if he had had the snip
yet!! I mean really?? Isthat acceptable??</span></div>
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So my wonderful quadmobile started to sit for much longer
periods in our hall and soon became the coat stand. When big twins started
attending playgroup regularly then the quad would come out but the final nail
in it’s coffin was when one of my front wheels broke halfway to playgroup and I
had to try and support four children on three wheels all the rest of the way to
School. Two replacement wheels had to be purchased and shipped out from
Australia at great expense and I am afraid to say it has only been used a
handful of times since. Big twins love to walk and scoot and run and yes we
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in the hall has now been taken up with my much loved mountain buggy duet and
the money is going towards a much-needed downstairs loo. Happy days.</span></div>
<br />Multi Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06148697239841374092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103772877367864133.post-6270872801041745022014-02-26T06:09:00.000-08:002014-02-26T06:09:01.366-08:00A Household Where Everything Must be Equal
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">One of the questions I come across again and again with
twins and multiples is whether you should dress your same sex twins the same or
in different clothes. People seem to have some quite strong opinions on this,
many of whom don’t have twins. It comes down to whether you will scar them
mentally by dressing them the same and not letting them have their
individuality. I can understand this but from my own personal experience I tend
to do whatever makes my life easier!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">In a house with twins and twins all things must be fair and
equal. If you buy a pack of t shirts they often come in a pack of three, much
to my annoyance, and you usually find there is one very pretty top, one
slightly less pretty and then one which is just plain and boring. When you get
your twins dressed in the morning how do you choose who gets the prettiest top?
Surely by giving one the pretty top with sequins on you are showing favouritism?
The easiest solution to this is to buy two packs of t shirts and dress them in
the same tops so no one gets preferential treatment. When they are old enough I
will let them choose what they wear and if they happen to choose the same then
so be it. They aren’t quite old enough to do that yet… I do let them choose to
a certain degree but they often argue over a pair of stripy tights, socks with
spots on or knickers with Peppa Pig on. I try and wash everything in pairs so
that I can always give them a choice with two of the same things in the pile.
At the moment they both fight over a tatty pair of faded black leggings which I
only have one of.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I hear them discussing
the black leggings over the baby monitor when they wake up; they have been the
cause of some of the most ferocious arguments!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">When my identical twins were born I applied the same rule.
However I soon realised by dressing them the same I couldn’t actually tell them
apart! Luckily one had a strawberry birth mark on her back so I could always
check if very tired and confused! So even now when I can (mostly) tell them
apart I do tend to dress them a little differently. That way I can also tell
their big sisters that Molly has hearts on her tights and Nell has stripes etc.
Big twins often ask “which one is that?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">So in conclusion to the big ‘should you dress same sex twins
the same or differently?’ debate my opinion is it should be down to the Mum.
She has gone through a twin pregnancy, given birth to 2 babies, given up sleep
and sanity for good. Let her decide and do whatever she thinks is best for her
twins.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Multi Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06148697239841374092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103772877367864133.post-31120130036314482682014-02-17T05:03:00.001-08:002014-02-17T05:03:39.321-08:00Magical Moments and a bit of gushing
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<span style="color: #2e2c2a; font-family: Verdana;">Weekends are
often tough in the Multi-tastic household. No playgroup or help from family and
four children to entertain in the middle of winter. But yesterday was a
beautiful sunny day and it was filled with magical moments that literally made
me want to cry as all four sisters showed spontaneous genuine acts of love and
kindness to one another properly for the first time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2e2c2a; font-family: Verdana;">Wee twins
learnt how to kiss and were showering their big sisters with kisses on the
lips. We tried to get a photo but failed! Lily turned to Daisy at the dinner
table and told her she loved her and then Daisy told Lily she loved her and
they shared a hug and none of it resulted in tears. They said please and thank
you all day and Daddy was inundated with cuddles from all his girls.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2e2c2a; font-family: Verdana;">It was a day
to treasure and I wanted to record it in my blog as other days can be so tough.
I sometimes end up wondering why having children seemed like such a good idea
and spend all day being referee rather than Mummy collapsing in a heap on the
sofa with a glass of wine fit for nothing at the end of the day!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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of the future and what good friends the fabulous foursome will be and it made
me feel so happy and proud to be Mummy to four such funny and spirited little girls.</span>Multi Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06148697239841374092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103772877367864133.post-77398606755370444952014-02-05T13:05:00.000-08:002014-02-05T13:05:47.436-08:00Fab 4 Take Over Soft Play
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This week has felt like a week of mini milestones. Today wee
twins turned 16 months, hard to believe that when big twins were this age I was
only 8 weeks away from giving birth to twins again! This is also my last full
week of being a stay at home Mum, as on Monday I will be entering the outside
world and returning to work, albeit part time, but more of that in another blog
post. And then thirdly today all 4 were let loose in soft play together for the
first time and even with my wonderful helper, soon to be Nanny, I am flipping
shattered!</div>
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I have been waiting for both wee twins to be properly
walking before I took them to soft play and today I was having some work done
in the house so it felt like a good time to try it. I think I had a vision in
my head that big twins would be happy to amuse themselves and wee twins would
happily stay in the under 5’s area. But that isn’t how it went at all. I had,
of course, forgotten to add toilet trips in the equation for big twins,
meltdowns as socks were taken off and ‘accidentally’ lost on the top floor and
of course I was sent in to retrieve. You always realise quite how much weight
you need to lose too when you try and squeeze yourself through child size
openings! And I should have known better than to think wee twins would be
happily contained anywhere! Wee twins mainly wanted to explore everything
especially toilets, staff kitchen and over 5’s area and wailed if I took big
twins to the loo. It also cost a fortune to gain entry and feed 4 children. I
need to remember to ask for childminder discount next time!</div>
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All that being said, I am now supping a glass of Sauvignon
feeling proud of myself for taking all 4 out on an adventure where they could
play together. This doesn’t happen very often which I always think is a bit
sad.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am hoping by the summer beach
trips for all 4 will be doable and a happy occasion. I am ever the optimist.</div>
Multi Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06148697239841374092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103772877367864133.post-45922543390614017432014-01-30T04:28:00.002-08:002014-01-30T04:28:40.665-08:00The Art of Potty Training TwinsI wish I knew what it was then I could write a book on the
subject and get rich! I have been dreading potty training since the big twins
were babies and that was before the next 2 arrived. It is right up there with
moving them into big girls beds and that hasn’t happened yet either. Big girls
pants is the big deal in our house right now and big girls beds will follow
when potty training has been mastered, HELP!<br />
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To be honest I have been putting it off but one day I bribed
them in to having an afternoon nap by saying they could wear Peppa Pig big
girls pants when they woke up if they went to sleep. They went to sleep and
have been wearing Peppa Pig pants ever since! That will teach me. But I have
learnt that some things are best not planned to the nth degree. </div>
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Potty training two at a time is really hard. When we are out
and about, usually soft play, going to the toilet is part of the entertainment
and they fight over who goes on the toilet first and then they choose different
toilets but I can’t leave one perched on the loo whilst I go next door to help
the other etc etc There really is a gap in the market for a double toddler
toilet, maybe my next venture!? At home it is even harder as I have the wee
twins to consider. I have two potties in every room but then once they have
been filled I have to move them quick before wee twins try to put them on their
head. The other day I plonked them over the stair gate to take up to the
bathroom once things were a little calmer, then forgot. Later all four were
racing up the stairs when one of the wee twins found the potty and threw it
over the banister, I can only thank my lucky stars there was just wee wee in
it. Then there is potty preference, we own six potty’s but only two are Peppa Pig,
Two are deemed “too cold to sit on” by Daisy and the other two are never where
they should be anyway. Tomorrow I have a plumber coming round to give us a
quote for a downstairs loo. ANYTHING to make this process easier.</div>
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They are doing really well and I am very proud of them.
There have been accidents but not as many as I thought there would be.
Occasionally Lily wets herself for the sheer fun of it but Daisy is horrified
at the thought. My biggest headache is the “ I need the toilet” card that is
brought out at bedtimes, naptimes and going to playgroup when I have my coat
and shoes on and the wee twins are aleady in the pushchair times.</div>
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Hopefully Mr Plumber will give us a good quote tomorrow… </div>
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When wee twins were born big twins had just turned 18 months
and still babies themselves. I was a nervous wreck. I literally thought big
twins might kill wee twins with ‘love’. Cuddles consisted of literally lying on
top of them and when they were bored of them they used to try and bop them on
the head and poke them etc etc. In the end I bought a playpen, which could be
turned in to a room divider and set up a baby jail with 2 moses baskets and a
changing station inside. Big twins used to stand at the bars gazing in and
trying to think of ways to climb over. All wooden building blocks and the like
were put in the loft so they couldn’t be used as missiles. Bedtime and baths
were a logistical nightmare. Bedtime started at around 6pm and I could still be
trying to settle wee twins at 9 30pm only to then feed them again at 11pm.
There was <strong>LOTS</strong> of crying.</div>
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1 year on and things are a lot easier in many ways with a
military routine firmly in place. However with wee twins now on the move and
wanting to do everything their big sisters do I often think it is even harder.
This morning wee twins were crawling up the stairs at break neck speed with big
twins leading the way all clambering over one another to get to the top first.
Once at the top Daisy (1 half of big twin set) ran to shut the bathroom door to
stop the wee twins from trying to climb in the loo but she got her fingers
caught in the door whilst her twin sister tried to push it shut from the other
side. Meanwhile wee twins were trying to climb back down the stairs headfirst…
Thank the lord my other half was downstairs to rescue a baby or 2. </div>
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with a few more white hairs than I had yesterday and am thankful for getting
through another day without any major incident.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We are potty training at the moment so who knows what tomorrow
will bring. But potty training is a subject that deserves at least 2 or 3 blog
entries all to itself…</span>Multi Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06148697239841374092noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4103772877367864133.post-23940483199765669142014-01-24T04:16:00.001-08:002014-01-24T04:16:27.585-08:00Going to attempt to start blogging....Hello I am Julie Mum to 4 beautiful girls. 2 sets of twins born 18 months apart. My world is chaotic and filled with mayhem and tears. I never have any time to do anything and my house permanently looks like we have been burgled... so what I do decide to start a blog!!<br />
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Excuse my lack of spell check and forgive my terrible grammar at times. I think the process will be therapeutic...<br />
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Right off to make lunch before the big girls return home from playgroup.<br />
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Julie xxxMulti Mumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06148697239841374092noreply@blogger.com1