Things That Make Me Smile…

Some days it helps to remember the little things that make you smile….

* Watching the school playground empty of kids as soon as the ‘pre-bell music’ starts to play.

* The fact that Muski insists on calling Winnie the Pooh “Wee and Poo”.

* Sunshine on the mountain in the morning.

* Watching Muski’s eyes as he sits on the toilet. They go from intense concentration to delight and pride as he begins to wee!

* Having Zoe wander in out of the blue and say “Hey Mum…. I love you. That’s all”.

* Skipping!

* Being served morning tea of tomato, butter and half a bread roll. (See photo above)

* Good News!

*Izzy still attempting to convince me we should call the baby Ophira.

What’s making you smile today?

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Never Alone.

Every now and then I get to thinking about the whole ‘twin thing’.

Out of the blue it struck me the other day… our girls are very rarely alone.

They spend probably 90% or more of their time together. They share a bedroom. They are in the same class at school. They play together. Often they even bath or shower together.

We work at making time for them to do things ‘apart’…. but even then they are not usually alone. They are with their brother or me or their father.

This is their choice. When given the chance to do something on their own they usually choose not to, though I admit they don’t often get the opportunity to be alone, even if they wanted to.

Is this normal for a six year old?
Is this just how it is when you are part of a family of five (soon to be six)?

I really quite like to spend time on my own. I relish an evening when The Baldy Boy is on night shift and the kids are all asleep and I can just be alone and do whatever. As a child I remember relishing the sanctuary of my bedroom, somewhere that was just mine, somewhere to be alone.

But I am not my children and my childhood is not their childhood, and most importantly, I am not a twin. I have no idea what it is like to be a twin. To have someone who is so much like you, who has always been there, who you know so well and who knows you back. I only have one sibling and I can’t say my brother and I have ever been close….

Maybe not being alone is normal for my girls?
Maybe being alone is not something they feel they need to do?
Maybe being alone is a completely alien concept to my girls?
When I broach the subject of them no longer sharing a room they burst into tears.

Of course this is just another version of the ‘together/apart’ debate which seems to constantly haunt me. There are ‘professionals’, not to mention a heap of books, that all push the line that they need to spend time apart. That we have to really encourage them to be individuals and to separate, that they have to be able to cope ‘on their own’.

While I think that learning to cope in the world on their own is important, I am not convinced that it is the be all and end all. I don’t feel that we have the right to choose when, where or how they separate, or to push them into doing it if they don’t want to. Sure, there are times when they have no choice but to be apart, and we are working on helping them deal with that, but I am not sure they need to be apart to be ‘normal’ or to be ‘happy’.

But is having some ‘alone’ time the same thing?
Do they need time alone to unwind? de-stress?

I find all of this so tricky. I have no idea what it’s like to be a twin and most books and professionals who spout advice about this don’t either. Child development and parenting books and theories are based on your average singleton child. Being a twin, an identical twin, is different. It stands to reasons that twins would be different in some ways, especially socially and emotionally, but are those differences bad? Or is it reasonable and healthy to expect children who are genetically the same (98.9 % the same in our case) and have had pretty much the same life experiences to be pretty much the same and to not need the same ‘apart/alone time’ that others do?

As usual I come up with way more questions than answers.
Why oh why isn’t there some magical book that will tell me how to figure out this tricky stuff, because really I have no darn idea!

(Image above is of the girls their first week at home – they were 11 weeks)

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My Reading.

Do you ever have that moment when you realise you are going to have to read a book to the end, no matter what it costs you? No matter how late it already is and how early you have to get up in the morning, you just have to finish this book now, tonight.

I am paying the price a little this afternoon for my late night reading caper last night, but it actually felt fabulous to be reading something for me. Not reading a book to one of the kids, not helping the girls read their readers, not quickly flipping through and article or magazine… reading a real book, and adult book, a fiction book, just for the heck of it.

Ok so technically the book I was reading is teenage fiction, not adult fiction, but it is was a bloody big book and I enjoyed every minute of it.

I am reading books by Isobelle Carmody. The girls were given her Little Fur Series which we have all really enjoyed and when I was searching for some fiction that might entice me back into reading for pleasure I decided I’d look her up and see if she’d written anything a little more grown up. No ‘adult’ books at our library, but lots of teenage books and trilogies and series.

At first I was a bit put off by the fact that they are classified as ‘teenage fiction’ but apart from the fact that the main characters are teenagers, there is not much else ‘un-adult’ about them. Fabulous, intricate stories with a fantasy/science fiction slant to them. And heck, I was a teenager once. I can even remember most of my teenage years so I can still relate to her characters.

Last night I finished Alyzon Whitesar and last week I read Billy Thunder and the Night Gate.

My only gripe is that our library doesn’t seem to have all the books in any of the series. That drives me nuts… I can’t read just one book and leave it at that, and I can’t read them out of order or start at book two! So now I have to see if I can get my hands on the next book in the Gateway Trilogy somehow!

So what are you reading?

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It’s Tough to be Two and a Half.

The Small Boy misses his sisters when they are at school. He asks me every few minutes “We going to get get the girls now??”. He doesn’t want to do anything during the day, though he will be swayed for a little while by an activity or two.

Every little thing brings him to tears.

No you can’t eat the whole packet of dried apricots – tears
Please sit on your chair while you eat – tears
Daddy is sleeping/at work/out/busy – tears
Draw on the paper – tears
Are you finished playing/eating/doing? – tears
Please hold my hand while we cross the road – tears
Wait one second – tears
Get in the car – tears
Get out of the car – tears

When it’s finally time to go and get the girls, he doesn’t want to go. He doesn’t want to get out of the car. He doesn’t want to walk with me to the prep courtyard and he doesn’t want to wait for the bell to ring.

He wants to play with the girls when they get home, but he doesn’t want to play by their rules. They yell at him, he bursts into inconsolable tears.

So many tears.
Angry tears.
Sad, broken hearted tears.
Lonely tears.
Frustrated, “it’s not fair” tears.

On the upside there are occasional moments of pure joy.

His sense of humour is bizarre but spot on.
“Monkey says giddy-up giddy-up” – “A monkey says giddy-up???” – “Yes when he’s riding a horse!”.

He sings constantly.
“Widia oh widia oh have you met Widia? Widia the tatooooed lady”
“Old Mc Donald had a farm – e-oh-e-oh-aaaaaaaaaah”

He says he loves me like he’s had one too many beers…
“I wuuuuuuv you mama…. I wuv you soooooooooo much!”

He’s putting himself to sleep almost every night – no need for someone to sit with him, no arm… he rolls over and says “I’m ok you, come back in a bit”…by the time I come back he is out like a light.

Oh the but the tears….
Some days the tears well out number the joys.
Most days the tears well out number the joys.
But the joys save me, save us.

It is normal, so I’m told. But it is so good to be reminded of that as I read Parenting Passageway’s post The Typical Ages of Disequilibrium…

“2 1/2 years – a peak age of disequilibrium typically, typically rigid and inflexible, wants everything done according to what they want, when they want it, domineering and demanding, violent emotions, no ability to choose between alternatives or make a choice and stick to it”

Oh yes we have that, all of that, in large doses.

He won’t be two and a half forever though.

Following the wise words of Motherhood Uncensored – soon two will be 12 and 12 will be 22 and he won’t be around to sing about tatooed ladies and tell me he ‘wuvs me soooooo much’….. and I try so hard to remember that.

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Naming Rights

I lay in bed with the girls last night and we somehow got to talking about a name for the baby.

It began with some semi-reasonable suggestions, despite the fact that I am not keen to name this poor child after a Barbie movie character or one of the fairy books my girls are so in love with at the moment. Still, at least the first few suggestions were actual names…

Arnica (Barbie Pegasus Movie)
Clara (from the Nut Cracker)
Jeremy or Ian (Boy twins in Barbie Diamond Castle Movie)
Odette (Swan Lake)
Molly (the Goldfish Fairy)
Tasha (The Tap Dancing Fairy)

Then things started getting a little odd…. though all these suggestions were made in total seriousness, and with straight faces…

Bilara (Schleich Dark Fairy)
Oleana (Schleich Light Fairy)
Tulon (Boy Schleich Light Fairy)
Titania (Queen of the Fairies)

Then finally it descended into silliness…

Grabby Crabby or Marty Meddler (‘nasties’ from Captain Mack)
Sneezle (Tree Root Fairy from Fairy books by Wendy Froud)
Hamish the Terrible (from The Last Hero by Terry Pratchett)
Scrunch (???)

And people wonder why I have so much trouble naming my children???

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