Monday, February 26, 2007
It was one of the best days of my life when I found out I was carrying twins. Even though J and I had jokingly been calling oour pregnancy "the twins"...it was all in jest...we thought...
At our twenty week scan it took less than a couple of minutes for the sonographer to ask,
"Is this your first scan?"
"So, how many babies are you having?"
I thought he was making small talk and enquiring as to the family size we were after ...but no...
there were too little bodies in my tummy...perfect in everyway.
We decided to find out what flavour the babies were and were very excited to find out we had one of each...a pink and a blue one if you will.
O, aged 2 at that time was oblivious to it all, and just kept playing with the small box of toys in the corner of the room.
Fast forward two and a third years to these two amazing kids. They truly are a blessing to us. They have a special bond which fluctuates between fierce protectiveness and love towards one another and frustration coupled with a good dose of jealousy.
I have come to realise what an amazing opportunity these two children have to work out how to build and negotiate relationships at a very young age. They very seldom have the luxury of uninterrupted time with a parent. They are developing their personalities in tandem with another child who is going through the same devlopmental stages. Each of them has the challenge of finding their own uniqueness in the middle of "twinnishness".
Thursday, February 22, 2007
*Cost...contrary to popular belief it is cheaper to eat fresh fruit, veges, breads, meat and the occasional baking or dessert treat than to buy readymade, prepackaged or processed foods.
*Health...it is nearly impossible to avoid nasties in processed foods...check out this site for info on trans fats...ugh!!!!
*Satisfaction...there is something deeply satisfying about serving up freshly homebaked bread with peach jam made the month before; or mango chutney on a lentil burger...now don't laugh, they are scrummy...really, truly...come visit and we'll make you some.
So what was on the lunch menu today?
Our one and only, lonely, mutant cucumber
Provita crackers, cheese, tomato, cucumber, raisins, dates, mesclun salad and sunflower seeds.....mmmmm.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Princess A reading Corduroy to her baby brother. Well TBH I had to restage the pic because as soon as I got near with the camera A dropped the book and gave me a cheesy smile and Bubba got interested in Master C on the other side of the room...but just imagine if you will.
It totally makes my day when I catch the kids loving each other...and others too.
Yesterday O-boy 5 literally bumped into a friend...
R 2 "Sorry O"
O-boy 5 "No, it is my problem, I'm sorry"
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Picking myself up and making a choice...a choice to cuddle my daughter who just wanted some mama love...to sit on the couch and read Corduroy, the Magic School Bus and Where the Wild Things Are with a child on each knee and one draped around my neck...to feed the two year olds raisins while they sat on the bench watching the 5 year old and me making pikelets for lunch...and then eating said pikelets with icecream and maple syrup (and I didn't even remember it was Shrove Tuesday til a friend reminded me!)...saying yes to a dear friend who invited the five year old for a sleepover and picked him up and helped me hang the washing at 4pm...tickling bubba and snuggling him for a bit longer than I needed to...just cos I could...
This is LIVING...why can't I see it often enough? My first inclination is to measure my success by what I do...Is the house tidy enough? Are the kids faces and t'shirts clean? Have we achieved everything on mama's to-do list?
My dear friend reminded me again that I want to create rich memories in my children's hearts...they won't remember that the house was spotless but they will remember that mama was too busy to have a waterfight in the backyard. I am still trying to get my head around it...balance, being responsible and diligent and letting go and just being now and then.