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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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Mostly Wordless Wednesday: Our little Twin-adoes have struck again   1 comment

Somewhere in the Multiples blog network, I read a post in which she called her kids the “Twin-adoes” after they tore through her house, leaving a path of destruction in their wake. At the time, our babies were only 2 months old, and the thought of the two of them moving, touching, exploring and dumping just hadn’t even really occured to me.
 
Well, now that our girls are both on the move (KC couch-surfing and Taylor with her funny “sidewinder” crawl), their access to previously unobtainable play areas has led to an unfettered release of choatic energy. In other words, all bets are off, they can reach/touch/grab/destroy pretty much anything they like, and now, when my attention is turned to one twin, you gotta know that the other one is taking full advantage to boot it as far away as possible to get into whatever kind of trouble they can find.To avoid what you are about to see, the girls generally get relegated to ‘the pigpen’ (see the SuperYard posting), with toys rotated in, or in some kind of monitored activity (Mother Goose singing rhymes, watching Baby Einstein, eating, etc).  But on occasional days, i just let them roam around the centre hallway design of our main floor, discovering and generally trashing whatever they find in their way. Like a typical mob, they quickly lose interest once the destruction has happened, and move quickly into a new, “virgin” area to search for more targets. Here are a few pics from one such day.
 
My little twinadoes

My little twinadoes

The play kitchen in the hallway is their favorite starting point.
Formal living/dining room
Formal living/dining room
 Next they tear out any tucked away puzzles, colouring books, or stickers B has left on the coffee table for inspection
It trickles into the entryway

It trickles into the entryway

 Entry halls are a wonderful place to find shoes to distribute, plastic bags to rustle, and to bother with whatever was inside that plastic bag. In this case, a toy I am taking back to Costco because its crap and the kids hate it, won’t play with it. Except in the this photo. For these 35 miliseconds, that toy was the most fascinating thing Taylor had ever seen.

Living Room Chaos

Living Room Chaos

Most of our friends have heard about our little “construction project” building the ‘pigpen’. Using the SuperYard XT system from Toys r Us, we attached it to the corner wall of our family room so the kids couldn’t slide it around, and now can add in and take away panels to increase or decrease the space it occupies. It has become a wonderful safehaven, the twins happily go in to see what toys mom has switched in today, and will play happily together for sometimes up to an hour. There are occasional altercations that need mom’s assisstance: for example, Kennedy likes to use her sister to pull herself up to standing. Taylor is definately not cool with this. But the look of glee on KCs face as she finds balance counteracts the silent wail that is beginning from her sister so laughably that we try not to giggle as we’re breaking up the fight. But again, after 10 minutes in its confines, and it is a crazy mess too.
 
The infamous "pigpen" from above
The infamous “pigpen” from above

I enjoy walking around behind my crazy girls as they go on explore and destroy missions. It makes for a lot of tidy-up work afterwards, but really… Isn’t it so worth it to see that scaliwag gleam of the eye as they sight their next target, and take off, both giggling uproariously. Isn’t that why having twins is supposed to be more fun?

Mostly Wordless Wednesday (ok Thursday, I’m a little behind!)   2 comments

 I wanted to post these yesterday, but Preemie Awareness Day  took precidence, so here we are. Better late than never for Mostly Wordless Wednesday, right?
As the twins are getting older, Bridget is finding them far more interactive. This has become her favorite new game to play with them – Peek-A-Boo! Okay, her true favorite is “Lets see which twin will wail loudest when I steal her toy??” game. But we’re working on that. At least this game is ‘kid tested, Mother approved’… Taylor is especially fond of Peek-A-Boo and will play all by herself, but our favorite part is that each time the blankie is moved away, she’ll say her own name, which she pronounces “Tae-dah”. As more of the little words, games and giggles come out, they sit like musical notes in mommy’s day, bringing such lightness and fun.
I am so excited to watch my 3 girls grow and expand their loving bond. Every time I have to go break up a fight over a toy, wipe tears away from some unseen injustice that has occured, or remind Bridget that it won’t be long before Taylor and Kennedy will actually want to follow her around when she crawls away and calls their names, I realize it might be the last time I do. I can’t remember the last time I helped one of them sit up by bracing their backs against my knees. Or helped them push their hands down their sleeves while getting dressed. Or rolled Tally back over when she got stuck on her tummy. Or held a bottle for them. Even burping them is more for my sanity than their need, so I can be SURE we’ve burped before we lay them down for bed. So even these things, these tears of frustration and wishes for companionship will soon be lost in secretive whispers and illusive games that I, the Mommy, will not be invited to join… But hopefully they will still allow the camera to catch their merriment!
 
Where's Bridget, Tally?

Where's Bridget, Tally?

 
 
Could she be under here?

Could she be under here?

 
Peekaboo!

Peekaboo!

True sibling love

True sibling love

 
 
 
 

Embarassing Mommy Confession #328   1 comment

Mealtime for Kennedy

Mealtime for Kennedy

 

In my brief time mothering my little family, I have many embarassing mommy confessions…

  • The first time B drops the F-bomb, it will definately be my fault (ditto for any other “bombs” you can think of – but I’m working on it!) 
  • Bathtime is definately an every other day thing in our family – twice weekly when life gets crazy.
  • And while my kid thinks that the big yellow “M” stands for Mommy (and not McDonalds), she certainly knows how to order herself a half-sweet half-hot kids hot cocoa, and usually tries to sneak in a gingerbread cookie if she can – heated in the oven, please and thank you. 

But the big one for (ahem) this week:

My kids prefer jars.

 

Yup. There you have it. Given the option between my home-stewed, tree-ripened, hand-peeled organic peaches, and Heinz’s original green label, I lose. Big time.

Its become something of a joke these days considering that I currently have a freezer full of beautifully- coloured cubes of home made baby food, most of them made from perfectly balanced organic recipes learned from naturopath-nutritionist guru Lianne Phillipson-Webb. Her food classes are awesome, and I learned so much from attending them. Bridget was a huge fan of my homemade food (though now I wonder!), and as such I have been making most of our twins’ food since they started solids at 6 months. The time commitment is high, what with the shopping, washing, peeling, chopping, measuring and cooking, especially for two babies this time around… But I figured it was worth it. And they’ll like it better, right?? Right?

OK, lets be honest – I mainly do it because I have bought into the concept that home-cooked is “real” food, and stuff from boxes and cans is the devil. When I was a kid, we ate a lot of prepackaged food. I have fond memories of neon yellow Kraft Dinner, Hamburger Helper, Riceroni, Alphagetti, Chunky Beef soup, and Kraft Butterscotch pudding, and even get occasional cravings for the aforementioned nasties to this day. And of all people, I should know that given the choice between gourmet organic 3-cheese macaroni and the neon yellow crap, 9 out of 10 kids will pick the Kraft. And the 10th kid is likely the one everyone laughs at on the playground because he’s wearing the reindeer jumper his mummy bought him for Christmas. So he doesn’t count.

But until recently, I hadn’t had to face up to this sad fact as my kids hadn’t ever experienced jarred food. If it didn’t come out of our freezer, they hadn’t seen or tasted it before. But when I went out of town for a few days, I was afraid Nanny and Grampa might want something simpler than sifting through 32 ziploc bags in the freezer to find 3 cubes of this and 2 cubes of that, so loaded up on some of the Heinz organic line instead. And that, my friends, was the beginning of the end.

Not only did they like the jarred food, but now they even get excited seeing the jars come out of the cupboard. And while I am still mildly frightened at meat that can sit out at room temperature (even when its canned, that just seems strange), their new favorites are the PC Organics meat & veggie mixes. Now, it hasn’t stopped me from continuing to make yummy new food for them, some of which still trump the jars (pureed beets, and my new fave quinoa and veggie recipe come to mind). But in the end, I’ve had to soften my “no processed foods” line to admit that if the texture and flavour suits them, and it is (embarassing to admit) yummier than mine is, then I’ll just have to add some to the rotation.

But it doesn’t mean I have to like it… 

The aftermath for Taylor

The aftermath for Taylor

Happy Hallowe’en!   3 comments

Well, they’re all looking in the same direction… and it only took 673 attempts!

Here’s the official Hallowe’en photo:

 
Happy Halloween!

Happy Halloween from the Stewart Family!

Each girl on her own…

Kennedy having fun!

Kennedy having fun!

Taylor sitting pretty

Taylor sitting pretty

Peekaboo from Bridget!

Peekaboo from Bridget!

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

My life as a squeegee kid…   1 comment

Squeegee mom in action on day one...

As the twins are now six months old, we have just embarked on a new oddessy: solids. From listening to first-time moms at playgroups and drop-in centres, and my (albeit dim) memory of doing this waaay long ago with our (almost) three year old, Bridget, I know that starting solids is generally looked apon as a momentous occasion. Dum duh duh DUUUM! My child now eats real food! No longer am I her sole source of nutrition! And look how grown up and mature she is. Soon, she’ll be holding her own utensils, sitting at the dinner table all by herself eating the same food as mom and dad and having polite dinner conversation and …

Uh huh. Right. You see the slippery slope that one takes you down? When I realized five months was rolling around with the twins and they had hit 15 lbs, a strange feeling of dread hit the pit of my stomach. The twins nursed constantly and yet still begged to eat. They sat in their little highchairs at meal time like two princesses on matching thrones, awaiting service. They watched each and every bite leave our plates and enter our mouths with the solumn fixation of starving orphans from Oliver Twist. Food, glorious  food! My husband was psyched!

I, however, was not. Part of it was the increased workload – I mean, let’s be honest! Its not like I’m keeping up with laundry as it is… Most days, there are at least two, possibly three loads waiting to be folded and put away. And now we’ll be adding in 6 bibs, 4 extra outfits (for pureed something ends up down someone’s shirt/pants at least once at every meal, always in the opposite direction the bib is oriented, and (duh!) there are two of them), and at least 16 bazillion washclothes??? But mainly, it was the fact that for the next six to eighteen months (let’s pray for the former!), I will become simply a glorified squeegee kid.

It’s amazing the psychological similarities there are between meal-time moms of infants, and those pubescent street urchins: you approach a relatively uninterested (occasionally downright irate) party with a service they either: a) don’t know they need or are b) pretty sure they don’t want, foist it upon them with fake sincerity and a Bob Moss-ian smile, and then rely on their sense of good-natured obligation for non-violent compliance and (perhaps even a small reward)! And obviously, after two to three carefully choreographed swipes of the chin after each and every spoonful of puree that goes in, the physical similarities are uncanny. Down to the angled swipe down the centre to finish the job. Times two.

Even so, however, seeing their little faces either light up with enjoyment or squeeze shut in ultimate agony after the first taste of something new that I made all by myself, makes all the chopping, pureeing, swiping, wiping,  and washing almost worth it….

Almost.