The handy thing about having big sisters is that there’s always someone to give you a helping hand, or at least a fireman’s lift, when you hurt yourself trying to climb a castle wall!
They may just kill me for posting this but it makes me smile every time I see it, so I will any way! It was taken three years ago when the teenage years were still in our futures and all our children were just that… Children. I have quite a few similar taken over the years but this one is my favourite.
As little ones, our four kids spent many a night all crammed into our double bed, so just three in a queen size is probably nothing to them. LV was certainly taking advantage of all the space :). He may have had a bad dream before climbing in with his sisters, but it’s more likely that he’d fallen asleep there while watching TV before bed, but this certainly wasn’t a one off. There’s a possibility there’s even an extra sister laying across their feet!
Do you have experience with co sleeping siblings?
I came across this photo recently and it really made me smile. It was taken on LV’s 4th birthday ( in 2010) he still likes to dress just as funky now.
I also had a bit of a giggle because we have a running joke in the family that our girls have never been able to wear skinny jeans or leggings without them being baggy!
I hope you have all had a great time over Christmas and aren’t suffering too much from a post turkey & booze overindulgence hangover?
We have had a quiet few days here ourselves. With the littlest member of our brood feeling none too hot. Well, actually I tell a lie, he’s been feeling much too hot for the majority of the last week! Apart from his raging temperature which has caused him to be almost delirious at times, he’s had no appetite, been full of snot, coughing his guts up and generally been a very poorly little boy. But for the sake of the other children we tried not to let that put a dampener on our festivities!
With that being the case a good friend of mine (although we are yet to actually meet face to face!) Jess who blogs over at Mummy of Boy Girl Twins kindly offered to write this guest post for me. Her twins are a lot younger than mine so have that extra Ahhh! factor too 😀
Carving pumpkins with the twins
These first few days of the Summer Holidays have been a bit of a mixed bag. We have had some really warm weather, but plenty of rain. E has been really poorly with tonsillitis but O managed his first steps after standing up all by himself. I even managed to catch it on video!
Isn’t he such a clever boy? I love watching toddlers first steps, they are all a bit uncoordinated and slow. You can almost hear their brains talking to their feet.
‘And lift….. steady, steady…. move it forward, come on left! Not sideways, forward!… aaaaand down!’
He’d only stood up a couple of times before this without pulling up on anything and if he’d tried to walk he’d wobble uncontrollably then fall on his bottom with a thump!
He has also tried to move away from the furniture a few times but either manages about six or seven wibbly, wobbly steps then collapses or forgets to move his feet at all then does a bit of a dive across the floor!
O is my latest walker, all my other have been walking before their first birthday! E&Ff were 10 months, LM was 11 months and LV was a mere 9 months old! But I guess being as he was a month early and the doctors put everything in his development back by 4 weeks he is actually right on schedule, I’m not going to argue with the doctors 😉
I expect by the end of the holidays he will be running around with the rest of them and causing even more mischief than he manages now. Especially as he’s discovered another new trick:
Yes, I am sad to say that he has learnt to climb up. With the combination of walking and climbing nothing is now safe! See that TV cabinet in the background? Yeah that’s now a climbing frame.
We use one of our dining table benches which are about 6 feet long to contain him in one side of the living room. He can now swing his leg over the top. Which means I now have to actually sort out the dining room side of the room and get it baby proofed! Looks like I’ll be buying baby gates sooner than I expected then.
Oh and just in case you were wondering, E is on the mend. Her tonsils are not as icky as they were yesterday and she actually ate something today. Fingers crossed she will be fully fixed by the end of the week.
Where you kids early walkers? Or did they leave the toddling until a later age? If you have a few kids, were they all around the same age when they took their first steps or not?
This is the first time that I am linking up with the ‘Word of the Week’ linky over at The Reading Residence. I found it a few weeks ago but this is the first week I have really had a word that sums up my entire week, apart from exhausted that is! That word is:
Today is a bittersweet day for me. My darling twin baby girls have turned 13 and we have officially been thrown into the world of teens, times two!
We have already had at least a year of build up to this with the tween stage, filled with the burden of impending hormones, boyfriends, hormones, girlfriends and let me tell you the girl friendships are much more complicated than any other relationship, more hormones, I think you get the picture about the hormones?
But even though we have been dealing with all the You hate me don’t you’s and But that’s not fair’s and the crying, eye rolling and sighing I fear the worst is yet to come! Any of you fellow Brits should know of Harry Enfield’s ‘Kevin’ character? Well we didn’t wake up to that this morning, but I’m afraid it’s only a matter of time. Before I know it, I will have two sullen faced teens, with bizarre dress senses who are incapable of rising from bed until 3pm can’t possibly be expected to do chores and who find it impossible to be polite to us.
Until that angst ridden pair arrive I will savour the moments with my, more often than not, sweet girls. Who still have the ability to think rationally, sometimes, are often silly and gossipy and will still hold my hand and give me a kiss in public.
It is strange to think that 13 years ago I was a nervous 18 year old trying to figure out how to hold two tiny floppy babies at once and now I’m a mother of teenagers who are just creeping past me in height and shoe size and haven’t stopped yet! But they will always be my little girls, even when they are 23, or even 53!
Do you get a little sad even though you are excited when your children reach certain milestones? Like reaching a special age, 1, 13, 18 etc? Or on the first day of primary school, secondary school, college? Let me know.
Collective untruth is difficult to deal with. And that is one of the wonderful
things about siblings. It’s one in, all in.
‘Similar to collective persuasion, or collective bribery, or … or ….
You’re lost once you have more than 2 children!’
And honestly? I think they are right! As much as our four oldest bicker and squabble they do stand together against their father and I at least once or twice a day. What am I supposed to say when they are all denying that they even took the milk out of the fridge let alone left it open and sitting on the work surface. Or when someone has tipped cereal all over the table and not cleaned it up, yet amazingly nobody tipped the cereal. Deny, deny, deny really does seem to be their mantra.
I hate to imagine how many times I have been bombarded with 4 separate but simultaneous conversations and then 5 minutes later when I’ve had time to process the situation find that I have agreed to something without even realising it! My reaction is usually wonder and awe at how they manage it rather than annoyance.
Then there are the times they ask me when I am obviously stressed or under pressure and agree just to get them to stop pestering! I often don’t realise of course until they feel that it is time to cash in on my promise of a trip somewhere, or ice cream, or whatever else took their fancy. They can keep these promises quiet for months and spring them on me at any given moment that conversation usually goes a little like this:
Them: Mami, you remember you told us we could go to THAT PLACE?
Me: Ummm?*runs through every conversation we’ve had over the last two weeks*
Them: Well, Dadi said that we’re not doing anything tomorrow, and the weather is going to be nice.
Them: And you did promise, so can we go? Please? Huh? Pleeeeaaase?
Me: When did I promise? I don’t think I remember saying that.
Them: Yes, you remember that time when the dinner was burning, the baby was screaming, and you were helping LV make that school project, while juggling.
Okay, I might have exaggerated there a bit but you get the picture. The planning they put into these conversations is fantastic they manage to ask only for things that are suitable for a given day, for example the local country park on a warm day or an indoor activity on rainy days. They even manage to play us off against each other. Plus they never, ever forget! I have been reminded of these promises I apparently made years and years earlier!
My husband and I often find ourselves looking at four pairs of puppy eyes asking for something, the ‘oh please Mami, we promise ….(insert any good deed imaginable) if you give/let us…’ When we send them away with a resounding ‘No!’ We will eventually get them trickling back one after the other over the next few hours, or days with their individual pleas.
There are even times that they know when to pull out the big guns. What is this secret weapon you ask? It is none other than the baby brother!
For almost seven years, until O was born, LV was the baby. If there was some stubborn situations that hubby and I refused to budge on he would be the one sent down with his quivery bottom lip and big brown eyes. Softly whimpering things like ‘but I think I would have really liked to go there’ or ‘I really do like ice cream Mami!’
Luckily for me he has had a bit if a growth spurt, and a big boy haircut, over the last 6 months and of course he is now no longer the baby so his effect is waning but I’m sure they will all train O well, in the ways if parental wrangling. They have had a trial run with LV so they will now know all the best tricks and I’m sure he will be a formidable ally for them.
Now don’t think we are push overs. Yes our children outnumber us but they rarely actually get their own way on things we don’t want to do or give them anyway. But these kids really do have some power of persuasion in their little gang. And that is great!But it seems their loyalties only run so deep. They will defend each other to the last, unless of course they have actually been caught out doing something then they will instantly try and blame it on someone else. Also, I actually brought this subject up with them the other day and E said that, one day they should all claim it was them, just as a change, they them all looked at each other and decided that was a bad idea as what if they said it first and no one else did too, so I feel there may be chance for me to use a little reverse psychology in the future!
So how about you? Do you often find yourselves being outwitted by your children? Do they use their collective powers to persuade, or even trick, you into doing or giving them something? I’d love to know we are not alone! Let me know in the comments.
This evening has been very hard for me. One of my children lied. Lying is something I do not condone and I would normally punish them but there is one small twist which makes this issue even more problematic. I don’t actually know which one lied. Nor do I have any way of proving it, without the use of a stomach pump(which seems a little extreme).
Let me take you back to the beginning. We have had plenty of bugs going round our house since last week so have had at least one child off school all week. Yesterday I made apple crumble for dessert but *lets say child A*, who had been off ill, did not eat theirs. Today Child A and child B were both off. A asked to have their crumble with their lunch so they opened a tin of custard and put about a 3rd of the tin on the crumble. They then left the open tin on the table (Why I’m not sure as it should have gone in the fridge!). While O napped I went upstairs to carry on with my clothes sorting leaving both suspects, I mean children, alone watching TV.
Fast forward to this evening and I find the tin on the table, Empty.
By this point the other two were home but had barely spent any time in the living room with the custard. I knew I hadn’t eaten it and O can barely pull himself up by the couch let alone climb up to the dining table. This just left A and B as possible culprits. Of course they both deny it. I told them they wouldn’t get a row if they owned up. I even threatened to punish them both if they didn’t own up to the deed by bed time. I said that they could just come and whisper it to me and all would be forgotten. But nothing.
B, the younger one, cried. A just denied. Me I felt sad looking at their poorly faces and just wanted to cuddle them, which I did.
I really couldn’t care less about the custard, it is just custard after all and neither of them have had much of an appetite recently, I would have gladly given them both a spoon and said tuck in. But I don’t appreciate being lied to.
So now I’m at a loss of what to do next. Should I just let it lie? (no pun intended!) should I give them another chance to confess? Or should I punish them both as I threatened? Being as they have been unwell my choice of punishment was only going to be no dessert for the weekend(I haven’t told them this).
I just want to leave it, forget it never happened. But I also don’t want to let them think they can get away with lying, or stealing if you really want to push it that far.
So how about you? Have you ever caught one your children lying to you? Have you ever had an inkling that your child is lying but you can’t disprove what they say? What did you do? What would you do in my situation? Please let me know in the comments. below.
I am linking this post with Twin Mummy and Daddy’s Binky Linky for new bloggers (this is my first attempt so I hope I do this right!