I just got a text message from my mom: "Pls update yr blog x" You know you are being a bad blogger when your mother tells you to update your blog.
Speaking of mothers who text - have you seen the Damn You Auto Correct site and their new addition Parents Shouldn't Text. Absolutely bloody hysterical.
I've been a bad blogger because nothing particularly interesting is happening in my life. WHICH IS REALLY, REALLY GOOD! Long may it last! You know the old curse "may you live in interesting times", well I have had enough of interesting times. I prefer mundane / normal / routine / same old. But mundane / normal and routine does not make for interesting blogging fodder.
Imagine if I blogged my life: Woke up this morning at 6am. Gave a bottle to the baby / woke twins / made school lunch / fed twins / shouted at twins / got into car / dropped twins off at school / blah blah. You would all fall asleep. I could invent some drama to keep you all amused but to be honest, I don't even have time for the pretend stuff never mind the real stuff.
Soo, let me think of what is new and exciting in my life that might be of remote interest to you....
Well, I am back at gym after an extended absence. I have a new gym and a new personal trainer. The gym is literally 5 minutes away from home so much more convenient. Plus it is brand spanking new and all shiny and stuff. And it has a really cool kiddies play section. The new personal trainer is really nice. Clever and knows her stuff. Of course, I hate going as much as I ever did. But I need to go or else I will turn into a big mushy blob of softness. I am fortunate that I dont need to lose weight, but I most certainly need to tone up, firm up and get a little more flexibility than my current 80-year-old status. Blech. I go twice a week. That is about as much as I can stand. And no, I can't substitute gym for more interesting stuff like walking / running / hiking because if I don't have someone standing next to me with a whip and an invoice, I won't do it. Woe is me.
I took Max with me for the first time the other day. With Adam and Kate. I thought he would love the play area. He was fine until he realized that I wasn't around and then he cried and cried. I only came back after about 10 minutes of his crying (with the helper holding him) and my heart nearly broke!! I thought he was a lot tougher than that. I really thought he would love it there. I took him with me to the gym the next time and he started screaming the minute he saw the play area. Lovely. I took him straight home. Now of course, I am all paranoid about sending him to nursery school next year. But there is plenty of therapy time for me between now and then.
In other news, we added to our zoo at home. Pops (grand-dad) bought a daddy chicken so that the mommy chicken can have baby chickens. I am so very unexcited about having a daddy chicken. The bloody thing was doing his cock-a-doodle-do thing at 5am this morning. My neighbour is going to hate me.
Funny aside - like other kids, my kids have asked how babies are made. In response, we have detailed chats about eggs, seeds, fertilization, cell division, 8 cell embryos, blastocyst transfer, implantation etc. You know, the normal birds and the bees and the IVF lab chats. Well, my dad was telling the kids that in order for the mommy chicken to have baby chickens, we need to make sure that the eggs are put in a basket for the chicken and are hatched etc. And as he was trying to say "we need to make sure that the eggs are _______", wanting to say "kept warm by the mommy chicken", Adam chips in with "fertilized?" Hahaha! Too much IVF speak me thinks. All I can say is thank god they haven't asked HOW the seed and the egg get together for 'normal' people.
Adam is actually turning out to be a really nice boy. Rose and I have decided to do a good child chart for the kids (mainly aimed at the not-so-good child whose name we wont mention) and we were saying that Adam's name would probably be in the good child part all the time. As for the other one, hmmmm - I wont go into any details except to mention one word - CHALLENGING.
Kate has decided she is allergic to boys. Which is very annoying as she no longer want to bath(e) with her brother. Yes, yes... you warned me. Damn. It's annoying as it takes twice as long to bath(e) the kids. Kate has to bath first because she can't have boy water touch her. BECAUSE SHE IS ALLERGIC you know. And Max is included in the allergy as well. Thank goodness she hasn't yet said she no longer wants to share a room with Adam. I am hoping she will last long enough for me to move Max in the room with Adam and then Kate can have her own room. Poor Adam, he loves his siblings so. And his sister wishes she was an only child. Sigh.
Alright, I must do some work. Story of my life! Hope you are happy Mother, will try my best to update the blog more often.
Some pics for you. Marko bought the kids scooters yesterday. Adam loves his scooter and wants to go up and down the road all the time (Kate still needs to get the hang of it).
PS who wants to take a bet how long it will take for someone to mention that they aren't wearing shoes which is Extremely Dangerous? My kids don't wear shoes, ever. It's a religious thing. (I am making that up so that I don't hear about the no shoes thing)
PPS Speaking of religion, the twins school is a mostly Christian school. Which means they talk about Jesus and God a lot. Which is rather challenging for me as I don't talk about Jesus and God a lot. Adam asked me the other day if God could fly. I told him to ask him teacher in the next Bible study session as I wasn't quite sure.
Glad to see you back! :) Good luck with your gym. I cannot seem to find time, but have found lots of flab. Flab is laughing at my lack of commitment.
Posted by: Beth G. | 06 February 2011 at 04:11 PM
I wouldn't panic about Max and the school. My daughter was cling-film and six months made the difference from it being an impossibility to tear-free. Another year - she doesn't even tell me good-bye.
I don't like the gym either. However, signing up to my son's karate class - yeah, he holds me accountable.
Posted by: tiah | 06 February 2011 at 06:09 PM
ha ha at least they're wearing helmets ;)
Get mel to answer the God questions!
Posted by: Shayne | 06 February 2011 at 07:04 PM
So VERY happy you mother sent you that text!!!
Posted by: Black Troll | 06 February 2011 at 07:48 PM
How weird is this?! Just yesterday I wrote about how I love the personal trainer because she makes me do it - I also would not be there otherwise :) And flab (sadly) is my friend too.
Max is 2 months older than my twins and we tried to leave them for a half day preschool - K was fine but C screamed and screamed and then wouldn't let my hubby out of his sight for weeks on end. It's terrible, isn't it?
Posted by: Marcia (123 blog) | 06 February 2011 at 09:27 PM
Our son had the same nervous breakdown gym nursery reaction when he was around Max's age. Just a few months later he was well over it, without us doing anything other than leaving him at home for a while. Max seems like a cheerful little guy. I'll bet he comes around with time.
Posted by: Jillian | 06 February 2011 at 09:58 PM
The allegy gets MUCH worse as in "Don't look at me! Don't touch my side of the couch! Don't be in the same room as me!" and then it is miraculously cured and YOU get the allergy "Get away from the boy! Get away from the phone! Do not be on the same couch as my daughter! The bedroom door will remain open and become a public highway at ALL times!" LOL - We inherit so much from our kids, including paranoia and insanity!!
Posted by: Sandra | 06 February 2011 at 10:05 PM
LOL I love your answer to the God question!! I keep trying to answer them myself... I am such a doofus some days!
Posted by: Jeanette Verster | 06 February 2011 at 11:01 PM
Three cheers for your mother!
Posted by: Martha | 06 February 2011 at 11:22 PM
Thanks Mimi - that post was awesome!! What a pleasure to read how good and boring and mundane things are.
Posted by: BiancaW | 07 February 2011 at 07:39 AM
Long may Kate's alletgy to boys last.... You'll be glad when she's 16....
Posted by: Happy Troll | 07 February 2011 at 10:17 AM
Oh Tertia, you make me laugh! How I wish I could be a fly on the wall for some of those conversations.
I'm really enjoying your new column in the Living and Loving as well, so keep it all coming.
Tried Dylan at the creche at our Church and it was a disaster the first time, but a bit better the second time, so keep persevering with Max.
Posted by: Daryl Faure | 07 February 2011 at 04:20 PM
Ummm, I'm sure you must know this from your work and all, but you DO NOT need a rooster to get eggs. A mature hen will lay eggs daily without a rooster. just like you menstruate (laying your egg) monthly whether or not you have a male around. Males are essentially useless for egg laying unless you want fertilized eggs or are trying to grow your flock. Wink wink, nudge nudge.
Posted by: margalit | 07 February 2011 at 11:10 PM
Cheers to your mother...that post was awesome!Happy to see you back:):)Gud that atleast they wear helmet..lol..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mQVTXSgd2Cg Glad to visit ur post..interesting and wl come back again to ur posts..
Posted by: Kids times | 08 February 2011 at 08:52 AM
Happy to hear you are going back to gym. I need to get up the enery to start going again. Maybe the answer is to switch to one nearby.
Posted by: Mary | 08 February 2011 at 11:15 AM
Tertia--Thanks for letting me know that no shoes is a dangerous situation...My poor daughter has been at risk for most of her 4 years. I too am wondering how that: "there was this petri dish" versus "When too people love eachother majic happens" talk will go...hopefully will not screw it up too badly.
:)
Posted by: Louise | 09 February 2011 at 08:10 PM
So sweet!
Thanks for sharing!
Posted by: early years resources sam | 11 February 2011 at 04:01 PM
I grew up in SA, without shoes. Shoes were something you occasionally put on when you went out.
Now I live in Israel, and I let my 4 yr old go barefoot a lot in the summer. A lot of other parents find this horrifying.
In winter I make an effort to get her to at least wear socks at home.
She has been sick twice this winter (that's pretty rough for her, she almost never gets sick) and the other day when a little girl came over to play, her mother, noticing that Niv was in her socks (i.e. not slippers) said to me "maybe that's why she is always sick". Really?
Posted by: Lisa | 12 February 2011 at 08:18 PM
Happiness is coupled with sorrow, and it would turn bright immediately after rain in addition. If rain remains just after rain and sadness remains soon after sorrow, please take these farewells straightforward, and choose smilingly try to find on your own who is never to seem.
Posted by: Supra High | 07 March 2011 at 02:49 AM