Taking twins to baby groups can be a right pain in the arse – unless you find the right one

Baby groups. Two words that can send the fear of God into some mums, at the same time as filling others with glee. Okay, glee might not be QUITE the right word - I’m not entirely sure I’ve ever felt ‘gleeful’ about going to a baby group, but you get my meaning. You either love… Continue reading Taking twins to baby groups can be a right pain in the arse – unless you find the right one

The *almost love/*almost hate relationship of a toddler and new twins

  WE’VE all seen it, those cute pics of a toddler ‘cradling’ their newborn sibling propped on the settee with a million cushions behind them. Yep, definitely one for the family album, or even a giant frame on the wall? We’ve all got friends whose toddlers are obsessed with their new baby brother or sister,… Continue reading The *almost love/*almost hate relationship of a toddler and new twins

The early days with three under 2.5 – good job it’s a blur.

Luckily the first couple of months with newborn twins is a massive blur. But one thing I do remember is that it wasn’t entirely a whole load of fun. Mind you, I can’t say the first 8 weeks of Toddler’s life was much cop either if I’m honest. Is having a baby even supposed to… Continue reading The early days with three under 2.5 – good job it’s a blur.

Forget the advice – this shit is all about survival!

New babies mean no sleep, right? Wrong. New babies plus older children mean no sleep. Okay so not many of us ever managed to ‘sleep when the baby sleeps’ with our firstborn, but dammit, I wish I bloody had done. There was so much opportunity! They might not sleep much at night, but they sleep… Continue reading Forget the advice – this shit is all about survival!

“My cravings were so bad, I wanted a McDonald’s on Christmas Day.”

I don’t care what people say. Being pregnant is shit. And guess what? Being pregnant with twins is extra shit. Doubly shit in fact. Who’d have thought it, eh? So I’d already had the hideous morning sickness, way worse than last time around, which was explained away by the fact there were two little sods… Continue reading “My cravings were so bad, I wanted a McDonald’s on Christmas Day.”