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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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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

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 »

Where oh where has the last year gone??   3 comments

37.5 weeks pregnant (1 week before the twins arrived) with 15lbs of baby in there... And yes, that reads 51 inches!!!

December 13th, 2009

Dec. 23, 2009

Dec. 23, 2009

Oh my goodness, where has a year gone??

On December 13, 2009, we tucked Bridget into bed, snuck downstairs just the two of us, and snapped one last belly photo… We were 36.5 weeks pregnant with the girls, and I was sooo excited to meet them. Well, excited and scared. And rightly so. This has been a scarily exciting year. As I’ve noted in previous posts, this year has challenged me in ways I never imagined, and in all of the ways I knew it would when I snapped this photo. Caring for two little people at once (and trying not to ignore their older sister TOO much!) is quite a job. Even celebrities like Celine Dion find it hard (I don’t know why that suprises me, but I figured when you can afford sixteen billion nannies, wouldn’t it be easier??) Read the rest of this entry »

Mostly Wordless Wednesday: Are They Ready Yet??   12 comments

A few nights ago, Bridget was struck with the urge to bake. Badly. This minute. There was no putting her off – we were going to bake, whether Mommy liked it or not. So I went downstairs and grabbed the PC Gingerbread Cookie Dough box that I had bought to try for just such an occasion. Yup, its gingerbread from a box, and honestly people, this stuff is totally YUMMM! A little harder than I like my gingerbread (translation: so soft it seems only half-baked), but for crisp yummy goodness, this Gingerbread scores a total 9 out of 10. And the box mad a gazillion cookies! I was totally impressed. I think I paid $3.99 for the box, and all I added was a 1/4 cup of unsalted butter and some water. Here are some photos of our weeknight baking adventure…

Dusting the flour from our fingers

Dusting the flour from our fingers

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Something old, something new…   Leave a comment

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When I was a kid, Christmas morning was a frantic blur of activity. Not just because we were blessed with many presents to unwrap. Mainly because we had to accomplish an entire Christmas Day in a few short hours so that we could get on the road nice and early to head north to my paternal Nanny and Grampa’s house. We would rush through mad present opening, power down the decadent Christmas morning ‘farmer’s breakfast’ my mom was famous for (pancakes, eggs, sausage, bacon, toast, hashbrowns – the works! Soooo good…), then head back to fly through more presents before getting cleaned up and presentable. It was rushed, frantic, and to be honest, sometimes felt like a bit of waste of time. All I wanted to do was laze around with my parents on one of the only days I actually got them all to myself (and together, which was equally rare). But instead, we rushed away to spend time with the side of the family that didn’t even seem to like us much. Read the rest of this entry »