9 months later…

Well we survived Project Organisation. I did indeed manage to get everything alphabetised and aligned. In fact, I was concentrating so much on labelling anything that didn’t move in the house and preparing emergency documents and welcome packs for our fabulous mothers help that I didn’t have time to blog about any of it!

We also nailed Project Birth (for gory details, click here )  our two baby daughters arrived safely and quite quickly in the world at 38 weeks spot on in December. They are utterly wonderful.


Since then, well, we have been getting to grips with, well, all of it. Hopefully I’ll be able to fill you in on the various tricks and strategies I’ve been implementing to deal with the rather massive change from two children to four, dealing with twins and not drowning in the laundry mountain as I blog more regularly.

But what’s finally got me me to start blogging again, is that I have won a place in  Team Spatone. Training starts TOMORROW! I am nervous, clueless and excited.






Back to school! Hurrah!

new term

So here we are the eve of a new term as the weather promises to heat up again.

I’m getting an early night – as I’m sure the 8.45 drop-off will be a bit of a shocker after lazy days of the holidays.
The uniform’s ready, everything labelled and my Facebook timeline is full of cheery smiles of the children of friends all of whom are starting new forms with gently tanned faces from long summer days.

Now for my trivia point of the day.  Academic years begin in September because students were given time off over summer months to help with the harvest – now the September 1st looms over anyone due to have a baby around then as class-year cut-off dates are agonised over.
But September is also a good time in my experience to start a new regime – Mumsnetters across the country are on Christmas little black dress countdown diets and I have friend training in earnest for a half marathon.
I will be helping DS1 with his handwriting after school as he didnt do  any as much over the summer as my good intentions had planned.
On a more personal note, I will be starting Operation Nesting Phase 1 – which is to sort out some long overdue household admin and clutter clearing. I will have TWELVE glorious hours of child-free time a week as DS2 starts preschool in earnest on Thursday – the potty training is a work in progress but he’s doing very well.
Watch this space as my life hopefully becomes organised, aligned, alphabetised and run with clockwork precision.

What not to name your baby

So the annual list of most popular baby names has been released and those of us with impending arrivals sit up and take notice. George will doubtless rank very highly next year though it’s not a name on our shortlist. But as we don’t know what we’re having,  we have three different name combinations to contemplate and research.


The Mumsnet consensus on twin names is that they have to sit together well like siblings , so Tyler and India wouldn’t go together as rentagob Katie Hopkins would doubtless agree. That said, the names shouldn’t be matchy-matchy (so my adoration of alliteration is a naming no-no here).

In terms of popularity, I’m not too bothered by this –   the boys are in the top hundred and DH and I are both in the top ten now but weren’t when we were born.  DS2 will spend his life spelling both his names – our surname is not too unusual but isn’t spelt as it sounds.

But we are still pretty much nowhere on names. For one thing we used up all our boys’s names on DS1 and 2  (seven between them <blush>) but also it has really seemed too early. While we do have a long list of girls’s names leftover from last time there are none that we both entirely agree on so we’re keeping mum for now.

Along with the released stats comes the other news that we’re currently experiencing a baby boom with the highest birth rate since 1972. Naturally,  the pundits are trying to work out the reason for this. Did the Jubilympic summer of 2012 really mean that lots of folk were getting jiggy with it? The royal baby is apparently another factor – because one couple in London got pregnant, the rest of the nation decide to do so too?! Hmm. I remain unconvinced on that one.

I think it’s much more likely to be the credit crunch – less going out means more early nights. People aren’t all that imaginative when it comes to pastimes really. Our NCT group was made up of lots of teachers – and all the other November babies in our group were the result of a snow day…


Six things you need to get ready for potty training

So outside of medical appointments and wowing people with our fecundity, life goes on with our other children.

We’re coming to the latter half of the summer holidays now and I have three and a half weeks before DS2 starts at preschool. The staff there are fab and understanding but I’d like to get him on his way to minimise accidents and am conscious that I’m not getting any more agile as I get bigger.

So here are my tips for D-Day which is tomorrow.


1 A potty. We have had ours in the downstairs loo since a toddler visitor about 6 weeks ago and DS has been having the occasional sit down on it but thus far has produced nothing. In fact he worryingly keeps removing the innard and sitting on the empty “hole”.

We also have one upstairs. Note to self: put newspaper down.

2 Pants. Lots and lots of pants. I’m hoping that DS2 will like the same diggers and cars that are on DS1’s hand me downs as I’m not too thrilled about buying more.

3 Sticker chart (template I used is here) and I added some of the copious characters that DS likes on to it.

4 Distraction toys – I have a box of (easy to clean!)  things for him to play with as he sits that he will only have access to in the loo.

5 Bribery currency. In my case, chocolate buttons. Not only is chocolate a laxative but both my children will do pretty much anything for the caramel ones.

6  Patience in abundance. Hmm. I’ll keep you posted on that one.  I have an alarm on my iPhone that goes off when it’s time to leave to drop/pick up DS1 from school which DS2 does recognise. So I am planning on setting a timer every half an hour  tomorrow (with a different ringtone alert so as not to confuse him) for “potty time!”

potty time


Wish me luck!



Are you going to find out what you’re having?

As I explained in a previous post those we’ve shared our news with aren’t backward in coming forwards with questions for us about the impending arrivals.

This is the one that most people ask and yesterday we had our 20 week anomaly further dating scan which is where we’re able to find out the gender of the twins.

I was rather nervous as although I have just started to feel definite movements and kicks over the last week (and naturally,  every time I try and get DH’s hand to feel them, of course they stop) I’m not sure how many babies I’m feeling!

So the question is, did we find out?

There is a trend  Stateside that is slowly making its way across the pond to host a party to divulge a baby’s sex often at another event slowly being adopted by usually sensible Brits the baby shower. This is usually done with a mystery cake which reveals with pink or blue innards!

girlcake boycake

There was a story in the news this week (forgive the DM link) about new mum Sarah who spent THREE GRAND on getting everything ready for the arrival of her baby girl. She even went as far as getting her name stencilled on the nursery wall. Except that when the baby arrived it was a boy!

But this isn’t the only reason that we declined to discover the sex of the twins. We told our consultant at the ultrasound our decision that we didn’t want to find out so as she was checking femur lengths and that all FOUR feet were there, she turned the screen away from us.

Apart from the fact that mistakes can be made as poor Sarah discovered,  we didn’t find out what either of our boys were before hand so we didn’t want to this time.

We’re not going to decorate a nursery (I anticipate that the twins will be in our room for the first six months as per Lullaby Trust advice)  and whoever comes along will be wearing whites, creams, blues, browns and primary colours that we already have, regardless of gender.

I certainly think this element of the unknown adds to the excitement of meeting your new baby and in the case of non-Caesarean births, perhaps gives you an extra incentive to push!







M is for mmmmm (aka pregnancy cravings)

I thought I would try and live up to the “interesting” part of my blog name and share something that I discovered that interested me.

When I was pregnant with my boys, I developed a taste for sparkling water – quite a healthy one all things considered. This time round though, only one thing will do and that’s peanut M&Ms.

Have you ever wondered how they get the ems on your M&Ms?

A conveyor printing press is used to print the tiny white M’s on each M&M – which were originally black, not white. Because the peanut sizes vary, the press must be always adjusted to prevent smashing the peanuts in peanut M&Ms. Regular M&Ms, all the same size, are much easier to send through the printer.

In a packet of regular M&MS you get 33% brown, 22% each of red and yellow and 11% each of green and blue.


In 1981, M&M’s® Chocolate were chosen by the first space shuttle astronauts to be included in their food supply. M&M’s are now on permanent display at the space food exhibit of the National Air & Space Museum in Washington D.C. Not to mention passengers on Air Force One get boxes with the Presidential Seal (well, they do in the West Wing)

So much tastier now you know these things, no?



Telling other people

Top five unhelpful replies from people when I announced our twin news

(And my private thoughts on hearing them)

1 You’re joking.
Er. No. Why would I make a whole baby up?! Michael McIntyre manages a whole stint at the O2 without cracking that one.
2 <insert expletive of choice here>
We are rather surprised and taken aback and terrified yes and thanks for the reassuring vote of confidence.
3 Was it IVF?
As it happens no it wasn’t. But really? Is it any of your business if it was?
4 You should put one on eBay!
Because an internet auction is the obvious solution to having an extra baby that you weren’t necessarily expecting.
5 You must make sure you sort your contraception out straight away.
And no, this wasn’t from a health professional but an acquaintance with whom I’m barely on first name terms. I nearly fell over – it seems that once your uterus is up for discussion so is everything else.