I've been lucky enough to see a preview copy of a new book on the subject of twins written by a friend of mine. Twins: A Survival Guide for Dads was written by Johnny Pearce, a father of one year old twin boys. There aren't that many books on the market about twins and - don't quote me on this - but this may be the only one that tackles the subject entirely from the dad's perspective. . . . Keep Reading
Sleep deprivation is a form of torture (GroClock to the rescue?)
It's a while since I posted about moving the boys to toddler beds, so I thought I'd update you on the progress. If you've seen some of my recent posts (Top five special things about multiples and I've got the bedime blues) you'll see that although my boys love their beds, we've had a few problems. . . . Keep Reading
Happy New Year (better late than never)!
I've been a bit quiet on here lately - Husband and I took off a whole three weeks to enjoy a very chilled out Christmas with family, and that involved me putting the laptop away for once (although I did still manage to sneak on Twitter on my phone a few times!) During the holiday we also added a new addition to the family - a miniature labradoodle puppy called Ted! You can see some pictures of him on my Facebook page www.facebook.com/TalesofaTwinMum . . . Keep Reading
Hell is other people – or more precisely, other people’s houses
Over the weekend we went to a family Christmas party at my grandparents in-law's house. It made me realise how easy life is when you stay home with your toddlers.First of all, there were Christmas decorations everywhere. This is lovely, but we have already taken down the few we dared to put up as they just get destroyed when the boys decide they want to take a closer look, or chew on the fairy lights (yes, really). When we arrived, they had a gorgeous model Christmas village set out with . . . Keep Reading
I’ve got the bedtime blues
I tuck you in and give you Bear,As I brush my lips to your hair.One at a time, I say goodnight,Before I leave and turn out the light. It's the end of another fun-packed day,"Now it's sleepy-time," I say."Please get some rest, both of you,"And I head downstairs to have a brew. As soon as I set foot outside the door,I hear feet patter across the floor.I make my escape quick and fast,Hoping the naughtiness won't last. Before I reach the bottom . . . Keep Reading