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My first successful attempt at putting a badge on my blog!  The initiative is all about planting something, anything organic on 22 September.

Well worth going to have a look at!

Whilst sitting at the table at Granny’s house just before lunch:

“Where is my lunch, where is my lunch, where is my lunch!”  

I suspect it is a game at school as he said it in English and we speak Afrikaans at home…

I also made it my mission to try and get a pic of the 3 of them together this weekend, and this was the best out of about 100 pics – I kid you not, I cannot get the 3 little buggers to stay still!

They were all on top of a plastic green table, Isabel in front, Mignon in the back, Daniel playing with the current favourite toy of all: an ark that plays tunes and then they all dance.  On the table.  Chaos.

Feeling extremely sorry for myself as I now seem to have done something weird to my back.  Me, who never has pain and never gets sick.  Very, very annoyed!

Daniel has been to a lot of kids parties lately which means the inevitable cake and sweets and his allergies are really acting up.  His eczema has flared and his chest is terrible.

I have just realised I am a cerial partygoer.  I have a secret fetish about birthday party cakes and decorations and will be missing out today as I am sending hubby to a party.

Now I only have to find an unsuspecting friend that will be willing to help hubby bath children tonight…

Hope everyone has a great weekend, mine is sure to be interesting!  

I went in for this silly little umbilical hernia repair on Monday and came home on Tuesday morning.  I then proceded to try to rest as instructed by the doctor, not easy when there are tantrums and vomiting children in your house.  (Ok, ok, I did stop off at the shops first on the way home)

I later sat down to switch on my pc and felt my t-shirt was wet.  With blood.  Quite a lot.  So, we called our live-in and off we went back to the hospital at 9 pm on Tuesday night.  They kept me overnight to monitor me and back into theatre I went on Wednesday.  I refused a drip and asked for local anesthetic as they ended up putting more stitches in, and I really couldn’t bear being in hospital. (Had much better places to be.)

He was a little worried as my blood wasn’t clotting, but that seems to be sorted.

So, now I’m doing my best to take it easy, but I do get annoyed and frustrated when I cannot feed or pick up the girls or help hubby bath the children or change their clothes and bedding when they vomit – like BOTH of them did tonight!

How am I going to survive 6 weeks of this?

This weekend really went by like a shwoooosh, when I blinked it was Sunday night!

On Saturday morning we did the Tygervalley run with all the children and I was once again reminded why I don’t enjoy taking the twins out shopping.  It’s like a damn freak show, everybody stops and stares.  I try to be all sweet about it, but it actually just irritates me.

Then off to a birthday party with Daniel where my friend Sam and I kept on spilling our Gluhwein when we were running after our boys.  Phew, it’s really hard to balance a glass whilst running!

Saturday night was Chicken curry with friends and yesterday morning was the Twins society get together at Kids Playzone in Durbanville. I’m so glad people pitched; I would have been horrified if no-one came!  Will try to upload picture soon.

What I found really amazing is the amount of prem babies that are now toddlers or children that are running around.  The one couple was there with their twins that were born at 25 weeks!  They are now a year old and are amazing!  It made me really grateful for good doctors and good hospitals.

I’m off to hospital now, will catch up in the next day or so.

Hope everyone has a great week!

Here some differences between Mignon and Isabel:

Mignon’s guardian angels are mostly on a go-slow as she’s forever diving into furniture and falling off or over things.  Isabel’s guardian angels are much more alert as she is all over the show and climbs on absolutely everything.  She has her fair share of bruises, but she mostly escapes injury.

Mignon is a real little drama queen and has lately learnt that if she stands in front of you for long enough with her arms outstretched you will eventually give in and pick her up.  Isabel is quite happy to pop around for the odd cuddle and goes off to cause havoc elsewhere.  (usually with her brother)

Isabel LOVES to cuddle and hug.  When I get home she runs into my arms and gives me a real hug.  Mignon will come for a little love, give her sister a turn and then demand to be picked up.

Mignon’s bathtime ambitions are to be able to step on the plug and have it pop out so the water runs out and to climb out of the bath – head first.  Isabel is too happy to hang on the tap (one of those swivel mixer numbers) and open and close at random. Neither one of them enjoys having their teeth brushed.

They are both petrified of our ancient, big labby.  Daniel was never scared.

Mignon is shy with strangers and will only go to family, the nannies and one of our friends.  Isabel will go to almost anyone.  In fact, she literally dives for them.  Bad girl.

Mignon likes playing the victim. She will have something, Isabel will take it, she will scream, Daniel will take it away from Isabel and give it back to Mignon, 30 seconds silence and then Daniel will take it away and give it to Isabel, Mignon will scream, only to be given back whatever it was that was taken.  Or we distract her.

Isabel always has bedhead, Mignon rarely does.  I want to fall over laughing every morning.

Both girls love to climb on to our coffee table and Isabel uses it as a prime seat for the TV, whereas Mignon thinks it is her stage and she jumps up and down.

Ahh, they are SO special.

Mignon mostly sleeps the right way up, Isabel mostly sleeps wrong way around.

This morning when Daddy wasn’t quick enough about serving breakfast:

“dit werk nie so nie” 

 

Suppertime: “don’t want that” followed by the usual “baie mooi kossies geëet” (when he hadn’t touched his plate.) 

He did end up eating all the food on his plate without too much interference and nagging from us. (brocolli, meat, carrots and potatoe wedges).  When he eats really well I always try to analyse what we did and try to recreate it.  Hardly ever works that way though.

My turn to read to him tonight and he fell asleep in my arms again.  I had to drag myself away from him as it is so special to lie next to him and just hold him when he sleeps.  I didn’t do enough of that when he was a baby, partly due to hectic PND.  I’m catching up though!

I have just been asked for ideas for CSR projects we can start in the office.  The idea is to donate things that we already have (mostly women and moms in the office) and maybe some of our time, but we don’t have a budget per se.

Any suggestions??