Mostly Wordless Wednesday   7 comments

Last week, my maternity leave ended and so I’m back at work. Sigh. What a way to kill a person’s free time… To top it off, in between waking kids, dressing kids, feeding kids, loading kids in the car, driving to daycare, driving to work, working, driving home from work, picking up at daycare, feeding kids, undressing kids, bathing kids, and putting kids to bed (whew!), I am trying desperately to finish my family`s annual photobook for 2009 (yup, 2009!) in time to catch the 60% off sale at mypublisher.com, which ends this weekend. So posts have just fallen by the wayside. However, I figured I could at least post a Wordless Wednesday pic – since I’m knee deep wading through last year’s photos anyway…  I promise I will get back to a real post asap, but for now, I am proud to announce that after two weeks back at work, I am feeling pretty proud that I haven`t forgotten how to wow a client or work my inner `kitty whisperer`. Yea me!

But hopefully these photos will keep the grandparents at bay, for a little while at least. At three, we are just starting to enforce mandatory ‘chores’ for Bridget, like setting the table and tidying up her own toys. However, when she OFFERED to help daddy shovel the driveway, well, who in their right mind turns an offer like that down??
 
Bridget heads out to shovel with Daddy

Bridget heads out to shovel with Daddy

 

 

Slave labour - can`t wait until she can do the WHOLE driveway...
Slave labour – can`t wait until she can do the WHOLE driveway…
Slave labour - can`t wait until she can do the WHOLE driveway... 
Slave labour - can`t wait until she can do the WHOLE driveway...
 
 

Posted January 18, 2011 by twinsideout in Family matters

If I Were, I’d be…   6 comments

Kimberley over at All Work And No Play Makes Mommy Go Something Something posted this ages ago, but I just discovered it. She in turn had stolen it from Lori at Random Ramblings From A SAHM. If you haven’t read their blogs yet, go now. Okay, well, go after you read mine. Cause they’re awesomely funny women, and honestly, there aren’t enough people that make me laugh in a day anymore…

Today, on New Year’s Eve, I thought this little exercise would be good for me. I spend a lot of time thinking, worrying, and writing about my kids. So tonight, for the few minutes it takes for me to form semi-true, semi-witty comments to tack on to the ends of these phrases (you get to decide which are which), I am going to focus on me.

Wait a minute – I think I need a nice humungous Kym-sized glass of shiraz if I’m going to tackle this. Be right back…

Okay. Glass of wine – check. Kids in bed – check. Hubby cleaning kitchen (no, for real – he’s cleaning the kitchen, and I’m farting around on the computer. Oh, and he cooked dinner too, like usual. Yup – neener, neener, neeee-nerrrrr!) – check. So here we go….

If I Were, I’d be

If I were a month, I’d be October. Cause autumn is the best time of the year, crisp and cold, leaves turning, apples ripe for the picking, pumpkin pies cooking… yummy. Yup, definately October.

If I were a day of the week, I’d be Wednesday. Because its the middle of the week, and everyone finds it challenging. Also because its sort of funny sounding, and tough to spell. Okay, I have no good reason. Just because. And definately not because its also known as “Hump Day”… Definately not. 

If I were a time of day, I’d be sunset.

If I were a planet, I’d be Uranus…   Okay, that was Kim’s answer. But it was so frickin’ me, i just had to steal it. Thanx, Kim. Kindred spirit.

If I were an animal, I’d be a Weimereiner. Which is a really tall, gangly, kinda pretty but pretty awkward dog breed. But cool, in a “I want one” kind of way…

If I were a direction, I’d be North.

If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a kitchen table, because its at the heart of things!

If I were a liquid, I’d be 7-Up.

 If I were a gemstone, I’d be a blue topaz.

If I were a tree, I’d be a Maple.

If I were a tool, I’d be… Nope I’m not a tool. Don’t be a tool.

If I were a flower,  I’d be a daisy.

If I were a kind of weather, I’d be the sun after a good cleansing rain. Cheery and bright, but earthy and nurturing also.

If I were a musical instrument, I’d be an oboe. Because double reeds make you crazy.

If I were a color,  I’d be yellow.

If I were an emotion,  I’d be happy.

If I were a fruit,  I’d be a grapefruit. Because its my Gramma’s favorite. And you need a funky shaped knife to cut them. But mostly because Gramma liked them best. 

If I were a sound,  I’d be loud. Nuff said.

If I were an element, I’d be neon. Because it shines in the darkness.  

If I were a car, I’d be a Mercury Marquis. Looong, expensive, and really comfy to cruise around in.

If I were a food, I’d be yummy.

If I were a place, I’d be home.

If I were a material, I’d be cordouroy.

If I were a taste, I’d be a nice young Shiraz – forward and  fresh, a little strident, but worth sticking away for a while, to see what she’ll be like when she matures…

If I were a scent, I’d be citrus. Refreshingly bright, and a little bit fruity.

If I were a body part, I’d be your uvula. Yup. Look that one up.

If I were a facial expression, I’d be a wink. Saucy… 

If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be expensive. And uncomfortable to wear. But damn, I would make you look mah-velous!

 

So there ya go. A post just about me. No hint of my kids at all. I swear. Okay, you talked me into it:

 
Ball pit fun

Ball pit fun

Bridget
Bridget
The girls...
The girls…
The girls...
The girls…

Posted December 31, 2010 by twinsideout in Family matters

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Mostly Wordless Wendesday – Gingerbread Girls…   18 comments

Bridget loves to make cookies, but this was the first time the girls got to taste some of our handiwork. After a celebratory “cheers” (is it bad my daughter tells me to drink more wine, and my toddlers know how to cheers before their first birthday?? LOL) the girls chowed down. Well, sort of… Taylor demolished her cookie and started attempting to pick up the crumbles left on KCs plate. KC kept half-heartedly gumming hers, but I’m pretty sure she was confused as to what all the fuss was about. And now that I’ve posted these pictures, i’ve just noticed that my husband has (yet again) given Taylor a mowhawk after her bath… Again?!?
 
Bridget and Taylor "cheers" their gingerbread cookies!

Bridget and Taylor "cheers" their gingerbread cookies!

Taylor's first taste of Christmas Gingerbread
Taylor’s first taste of Christmas Gingerbread
Kennedy's first taste of Xmas gingerbread
Kennedy’s first taste of Xmas gingerbread
Hmmm - KC's not sure if she really likes this gingerbread stuff
Hmmm – KC’s not sure if she really likes this gingerbread stuff
Love how she holds everything like such a little lady - pinkie raised and all!
Love how she holds everything like such a little lady – pinkie raised and all!

 

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Why Being Canadian Rocks At Christmas Time…   3 comments

There are times when it just totally rocks to be Canadian. Christmas is one of those times… For the last 30 years, Canada Post has been personally answering children’s letters to Santa. What started as a local initiative in Montreal, Quebec 30 years ago has spread into a Canada-wide program that answers over one million letters every Christmas season from Canadian children. They must be addressed to Santa Claus at the North Pole, with the postal code HOH OHO, and they must be posted in Canada with a Canadian address. I remember writing them every year, and delighting at the hand-written responses I used to get, written just for me! Obviuosly, as the program has grown from a few thousand letters to over a million, the Canada Post volunteers (over 11,000 last year) no longer do hand written letters, but the form letter is usually pretty cute.
We wrote ours back in November, the morning of the Oakville Santa Claus Parade, and handed it directly to the Canada Post volunteer who was handling letters to Santa. As Christmas approached, I was getting a bit nervous, as B wanted to know why Santa hadn’t written back yet. I was wondering if maybe the letter (or perhaps the return address) hadn’t been decipherable, and was starting to wonder if I shouldn’t have told her that he answers them!
The letter itself

The letter itself

But on Christmas Eve, her letter arrived. Usually they come with a personalized PS at the bottom, but this year’s program must have been more than a little swamped, so hers was just the ‘form letter’. But she was thrilled none the less. We settled into the rocking chair in the living room to savour Santa’s words.
We read her letter from Santa with much excitement!

We read her letter from Santa with much excitement!

What a great memory. So glad we got the letter in time, even if it didn’t have the PS at the bottom. I think its one of the nicest, most selfless things a person can do – give the gift of time, especially during the busy Christmas season. We will definately write again next year. And, if for some crazy reason, someone who reads this knows a Canada Post ‘Letters To Santa’ volunteer – please hug them for me, for Bridget, and for all the other kids for whom they keep the magic of Christmas alive…

Posted December 28, 2010 by twinsideout in Family matters

Better Things To Do…   2 comments

Okay, so I’m super behind posting a new entry on Twinsideout. Yup, I know. Bad me. But I have had waaaay better things to do in the last week. So the next few posts will be ‘catch-ups’ to show off all the ‘better things’ that we’ve been doing as a family. Like this one – our first family gingerbread house. We’ve done the cookie thing. Lots. Decorating fresh-baked cookies is getting so ‘old hat’ for Bridget that she even turns it down sometimes when I offer. But a whole house? Even B couldn’t turn down that offer.

Nanny sent us the pre-baked pieces in the mail all the way from Vancouver, BC – over 3000 km away. So this is definately a mobile pre-fab gingerbread house. But the candies were bought locally, I swear. And the fun was ALL Toronto. The roof caved in after Mommy applied a wee bit too much pressure to stick it to the other pieces. We did more than a little sampling during the procedure. And while my inner “Martha” tried to kick in several times and even out the distribution of candies for Bridget, I managed to supress the urge to “correct” things and just let her decorate willy-nilly. And, as hard as it is to admit, I think the darn thing probably looks better that way!

Here are a few pics of our decorating extravaganza:

And for those that find our decorating success more than a little nauseating, check out my new blog buddy Kimberly’s take on decorating Xmas cookies, garcon-style here! Hilarious…

 
Assembling Nanny's pre-fab pieces!

Assembling Nanny's pre-fab pieces!

Same architect as "Cave-On Foods", obviously!
Same architect as “Cave-On Foods”, obviously!
Decorating the tree
Decorating the tree
Is anyone home?
Is anyone home?
Roof's on!
Roof’s on!
Hard at work sticking the "glue" on
Hard at work sticking the “glue” on
Success!
Success!

What This Mom of Multiples Can`t Do…   2 comments

 I know I’ve blogged often about the things I’m proud to say I’ve continued to do despite having twins. Breastfeeding my girls exclusively for almost a year, for instance, has been something I have taken pride in. But I often find myself worrying about the things that are automatically different for my twins simply because they are twins – and to make it worse, twins with an older sibling. While Bridget had me to herself for 2 full years, the girls rarely get one on one time with Mom (or Dad, for that matter). They are regularly forced to play with shared toys in a shared area, and that’s made more intense when B wants to get in the ‘pigpen’ and play too. They have no clothing that belongs exclusively to them, and inf fact they often wear matching outfits (not always the SAME outfit x 2, but often at least co-ordinating concepts) as it makes Mommy happy right now to do so. And bath time is not a nightly occurance at our house. Somtimes, a full immersed-in-the-tub-scrub is a twice a week thing – especially considering that Bridget insists on dumping water on the girls’ heads, and Taylor poops in the tub more often than not!

But last night was a great demonstration of things that DON’T always go as well for Moms of Multiples. We do try to have a bedtime routine, and follow it as best as possible, but reading books used to be a staple of our old routine when Bridget was a baby. She’d sit patiently and turn the pages, pointing to the pictures and babbling away. But now that we are a family of five, storytime has changed – a little. While we only do family stories on the weekend (as they tend to get everyone riled up and excited), Will grabbed the camera to capture some of the “special-ness” that is family storytime at the Stewart residence…

The Norman Rockwell moment - reading to all my girls

The Norman Rockwell moment - reading to all my girls

Everyone wants to "Pat The Bunny"...
Everyone wants to “Pat The Bunny”…
And the it starts to go horribly wrong...
And the it starts to go horribly wrong…
Everyone melts down...
Everyone melts down…
Feelings get hurt...
Feelings get hurt…
There IS a third child in this picture - check out the feet in the middle... But where did she go??
There IS a third child in this picture – check out the feet in the middle… But where did she go??

  

Mostly Wordless Wednesday: Three Carseats Across…   22 comments

Three across the backseat

Three across the backseat

Well, they’re not the best photos in the world, but for those that haven’t seen our personal brand of chaos when it comes to road trips, here it is folks… This is what happens when a family flat out refuses to move into the mini-van. Yup, they do make a carseat that fits 3 across the average backseat (ours is a Hyundai Santa Fe): the Sunshine Kids Radian. Because it is built on a steel frame Read the rest of this entry »

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