Brace yourselves. It’s another poo post. Time to close the page if you’re squeamish at all.
That’s right folks – I feel like it’s time to reveal my top secret, tried and true recipe for Poo Cookies. You may think that these are just some ordinary oatmeal and fruit cookies – but you’d be wrong. They’re high in fibre, they’re tasty, and they’re toddler approved. They also *might* help those little cherubs out there who have a problem with constipation. I’m not going to claim that they will magically make your child constipation free – but they are yummy and they do have a super high fibre content. Continue reading The one about the poo cookies…
So lately I kind of stopped myself from posting a couple of funny kid related anecdotes purely based on the fact that they could be considered being a “#humblebrag”.
Let’s face it. A #humblebrag is not humble. It’s fucking bragging. You’re telling the world that you got your kids to eat kale chips and quinoa without tantrums, death threats and breakages. You’re telling the world how superior you are, because your kids ate fancy cabbage and grass seeds. Bonus points if your kid pronounces quinoa correctly. (insert eyeroll here). Continue reading The one about being behind the #humblebrag
It’s been a while since a post that wasn’t about the recent sadness in our lives, and thank you to all those of you who commented, read and sent messages about the loss of our beloved father, father in law and Opa. You’re all amazing and it’s a blessing to know how much you all care. From the bottom of our hearts, thank you.
I’ve deviated back into my beloved genre of ‘taking the piss out of people who ask stupid questions’ in this post. Today I’ll be addressing the most common form of TTTS – no, not the heartbreaking Twin To Twin Transfusion Syndrome that my girls survived and that has fuelled my passion to make others aware of this – but the other form.
Translating Twintalk To Singletonese.
Dear parents of singles. I’m about to let you into a secret part of the world of parenting twins. The Freemasons have the handshake, gangs have tattoos and colours, and what do parents of twins have? The answer is simple. We have “The Look”. Continue reading The one about the look…
Let’s get one thing straight here. I do not profess to be the world’s greatest parent. I do things that others disagree with, but to be honest, having the World’s Most Feral Twins (TM), I do what keeps me sane.
I survive on wine and coffee, I feed my kids things like chicken nuggets and pizza, I try to feed them stuff like broccoli (aka the Devil’s Vegetable), my kids have toys that expand their minds (as well as ones that are just, well, f*cking sparkly noise machines) … but in all honesty, every parent knows it’s about survival. We do what we do in order to help our kids grow and develop.
I get that there are many, many ways of parenting. Everyone has their own style, follows their own methods and I completely respect that. After all, we’re all individuals, with different upbringings, different cultures, and different motivations. We all have one thing in common though – we want to do what’s best for our kids. Continue reading The one about the conflict on our doorsteps – parenting decisions
Dear Peppa Pig,
You’re probably not used to adults writing to you, right? I mean, let’s face it, your target demographic is a little younger than your average 37 year old mother of 2. You’re more used to people with an age more in the single digits range …
So, some people have really awesome ideas. Like going somewhere tropical for a vacation to escape the dull, dreary Dutch winter. Like Curaçao, or maybe Spain … or if you are a completely insane parent of almost 2 year old twins …. LET’S GO TO AUSTRALIA!!!
I know I often write about funny things that happen in my life. I swear, all of them are true stories. Today, I hope you’ll forgive me as I share something on the more serious side of my life.
If you’ve ever tried to put a toddler to sleep, you know pretty well that you may as well eat custard with a fork. They might be tired, they may show all signs of being tired, but when it comes to the actual act of putting them to sleep, it becomes a war. Your cute, cuddly little baby becomes a screaming, hissing demon that quite frankly, not even their mother could love. Seriously, my kids have the most evil tempers and I have no idea where these came from! *cough*
I recently realised, that, like grief and loss, Toddler Sleep also comes in stages. I’d now like to go through these.