The one on the left is a salad of interesting letters: iiiHT. The other one is 'a picture'.
Monday, February 27, 2012
Ivy made some signs too
The one on the left is a salad of interesting letters: iiiHT. The other one is 'a picture'.
Monday, February 20, 2012
Sunday, February 12, 2012
How do normal people roll over in bed?
I'm sure it used to be easy. I bet that I just rolled on over, and thought nothing of it. Snuffle, mutter, back to sleep. Or maybe I slept right through the whole thing?
Then I gestated two humans at the same time, and everything (and I really do mean everything) went pear-shaped.
Most women who have been pregnant have found it hard to get comfy at night. Many have developed a pillow addiction - one under the knees, another between the knees, one to the left and one to the right, plus a couple of extras flapping around, just in case. And some have found it hard to turn over in bed.
When I was baking my babies, I found that I had to turn over carefully and slowly, with breaks as I went. First, shift my hips to the left. Next, position both hands on the right. Then, transfer weight onto hands, and let distended belly hang, while slowly continuing to rotate. Reposition hands to remain balanced and to gain traction. Land on right hip, let everything else descend, then faff about with pillows to allow for a successful landing. Rest a while to regain composure. Remember that lying on the right side is Bad For The Babies and start the whole flippan thing again.
This went on for months.
Then some stuff happened, and now my girls are three.
Now I can't remember how it goes. My body does not remember what to do. The autopilot has no idea, so I have to do it manually. Slide hips to right (or is it left?). Move hands, or maybe I don't have to do that any more. Hurl self about, and overdo it because there is not as much resistance these days. Land, and wonder if this was meant to be more comfortable. Feel silly. Rest a while to get my breath back (I really should do some exercise). Now I'm wide awake.
Will my old skills come back, or is this my new normal?
Then I gestated two humans at the same time, and everything (and I really do mean everything) went pear-shaped.
Most women who have been pregnant have found it hard to get comfy at night. Many have developed a pillow addiction - one under the knees, another between the knees, one to the left and one to the right, plus a couple of extras flapping around, just in case. And some have found it hard to turn over in bed.
When I was baking my babies, I found that I had to turn over carefully and slowly, with breaks as I went. First, shift my hips to the left. Next, position both hands on the right. Then, transfer weight onto hands, and let distended belly hang, while slowly continuing to rotate. Reposition hands to remain balanced and to gain traction. Land on right hip, let everything else descend, then faff about with pillows to allow for a successful landing. Rest a while to regain composure. Remember that lying on the right side is Bad For The Babies and start the whole flippan thing again.
This went on for months.
Then some stuff happened, and now my girls are three.
Now I can't remember how it goes. My body does not remember what to do. The autopilot has no idea, so I have to do it manually. Slide hips to right (or is it left?). Move hands, or maybe I don't have to do that any more. Hurl self about, and overdo it because there is not as much resistance these days. Land, and wonder if this was meant to be more comfortable. Feel silly. Rest a while to get my breath back (I really should do some exercise). Now I'm wide awake.
Will my old skills come back, or is this my new normal?
Saturday, February 11, 2012
It's a twin thing
Until only a few months ago, my girls were just not that into each other. Yeah, sure, there was the occasional hug, but mostly they seemed to be either neutral or pissed off about the other one. I felt sad about their lack of that twin thing... the special bond that I've heard others talk about.
Some other mums told me that their twins did not have that bond until they were 2 or later. Something to do with being able to actually play together - throwing the ball back and forth, not just whacking each other or tossing it into the undergrowth.
Well these days, my girls are well and truly bonded. They play together constantly, even when there are other delightful kids to be with. They embellish each other's storytelling, and they feed each other treats. Sure, they also clock each other on the skull with sharp heavy things, but not so often.
Last weekend we camped at the Prom with some friends, in a tent-site-shaped dustbowl. There was quite a lot of grass, but of course three 3-year-olds would far rather sit in sandy dust.
Here is Hazel giving Ivy a massage. She's tenderly sifting dust into Ivy's hair and clothes.
I think I can release my fear that they will not love each other.
Some other mums told me that their twins did not have that bond until they were 2 or later. Something to do with being able to actually play together - throwing the ball back and forth, not just whacking each other or tossing it into the undergrowth.
Well these days, my girls are well and truly bonded. They play together constantly, even when there are other delightful kids to be with. They embellish each other's storytelling, and they feed each other treats. Sure, they also clock each other on the skull with sharp heavy things, but not so often.
Last weekend we camped at the Prom with some friends, in a tent-site-shaped dustbowl. There was quite a lot of grass, but of course three 3-year-olds would far rather sit in sandy dust.
Here is Hazel giving Ivy a massage. She's tenderly sifting dust into Ivy's hair and clothes.
Puppy and Digger
Hazel has two imaginary friends! This is so cool!
They are dogs, named Digger and Puppy. I asked Hazel to draw them for me, and she zipped away and made these pictures.
They are grey, with pink fur. They each have a pink tail, and grey legs. Trudi wandered in and mentioned that the dogs have no ears, so Hazel added pink ears. I took the pictures away to photograph them, but Hazel took them back before I could. She added the brown stuff - a bobble at the end of each tail, and also a "medicine tube" for Puppy.
I think the medicine tube is because Ivy and Hazel came with me to buy flea treatment for the cats today. The flea "medicine" comes in a little tube, similar to a toothpaste tube. So Puppy gets one too.
I'm pretty excited by these pictures. These beings look quite like dogs, to me!
They are grey, with pink fur. They each have a pink tail, and grey legs. Trudi wandered in and mentioned that the dogs have no ears, so Hazel added pink ears. I took the pictures away to photograph them, but Hazel took them back before I could. She added the brown stuff - a bobble at the end of each tail, and also a "medicine tube" for Puppy.
I think the medicine tube is because Ivy and Hazel came with me to buy flea treatment for the cats today. The flea "medicine" comes in a little tube, similar to a toothpaste tube. So Puppy gets one too.
I'm pretty excited by these pictures. These beings look quite like dogs, to me!
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