Thursday, December 26, 2013

Is it me or is this FUN!

OK, yes, I am totally knackered and would give my right arm for a beach vacation right about now but the whole presents and stories and expectations and cute clothing and happiness and circus and trying new foods like fish … its all so much fun with little kids.

right now, mimi has packed her backpack and she is going to school but her twin is really upset that she is going without her so he is running around trying to pack his backpack and all the while it was a clever trick to get to his new train set

we have had sick kids right up to christmas day but luckily they are both 90% again and we managed to go to the circus with a dear friend. looks like mimi has been a performer in a past life. she was physically desperate to get in the ring. pip just loved jamming out to the music.

and now

boxing day

where we are supposed to get the packages out of the house and eat up left over turkey (we went out for lunch so we have NO food at all) and where naps are absolutely on the docket.

even the annoying arguments are somehow more fun

hope you an yours had a wonderful holiday. 

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Brava Brava Brava

Mimi's New York Ballet debut went off without a hitch.  Pip didn't dance but sat through the 90 mins performance, waiting for his Mimi to come out. When she did, boy was he proud.

Mimi!!!!Look Mimi!!!!

Half way through Mimi appeared from the wings and came out to me. Oh no! I thought. It was all planned!  The main geezer came out and swooped her up. She raised her arms and her knees, smiling broadly and was whisked away. The audience went wild. And so did I.

We had a great turn out from fake family and dear friends. When we got home we all a bit of a nap and then dressed the tree.

What a perfect day. 

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Prancing secrets.

We've been practicing our prancing quite a bit. According to Mimi my toes are not straight enough. and my gamble lacks commitment. ok.

Pip wouldn't practice for love nor threatening. Then I thought … perhaps I should just ask him?

"Pip - do you want to be in the play?



It's scary. I don't like people looking at me."

DOH! He doesn't want to perform. That is why he wouldn't behave in the rehearsal.

I realized that I still treat my kids like they can't communicate.

They can …  if only I ask them!!

Monday, December 9, 2013

Apple tree not far fallen

Last weekend the kids had dress rehearsal for the nutcracker suite in which they play reindeer's. We got thrown out. 


My kids were asked to leave only an hour into the 4 hour rehearsal. 

This is faintly familiar. 

I was expelled from ballet class. And brownies. And school but that's a whole different story. And kids, if you are reading this many years from now I was expelled through injustice. I was fighting for equal rights - my equal rights - not to have to wear a skirt or hold Jillian's hand coz she smelt, but this isn't about me. 

Yes, my kids are starting to take on the family business of bucking every authoritarian model known to mankind. 

This coming weekend we have folks coming into town to watch these little reindeer's prance on stage for 3 mins. Please, guys, just try to prance. For my sake. Please. 

Oh who am I kidding.

Friday, December 6, 2013

reindeer games

The kids are reindeer in their ballet schools holiday show (the nutcracker). What reindeers I hear you ask? The ones that the teacher made up.

Three little girls and one little fells get to reindeer trot across the stage.

Tomorrow we have a dress rehearsal no less.

Actually tomorrow we have

Dress rehearsal for kids
Kids going to friends birthday party
I am singing in a huge concert

all by 5pm.

They're not kidding when they say women go to work for rest.

Hows is going out there? 

Sunday, December 1, 2013

Things that happen when you have twins.

By the end of  a long weekend dealing with two 3 yr olds by myself this is the scene

Kids are major scruff bags.  Hair - all over the place with possible bits of meal in it.  Clothing - if they are still wearing any they are covered in meal and crayon and possibly pee. Smell - everything smells of milk. The sofa, the kids, me, the cats. Not sure how since I am pretty sure we ran out of milk some time ago but there you are.

Space dynamics go all to shit too.

If I got to put something down I generally miss the surface. Hey! maybe that's where the smell of milk is coming from. Dropping all those milk bottles?

The washing that I did at the beginning of this weekend is still on the clothes horse. No chance of me getting to it. Besides, it needs to be washed again - it smells of milk.

The cats are just no-where to be seen. Just smelt. Old cat and old milk.

My husband walks through the door with trepidation. What will he find? What state will I be in?

"What the hell is that smell? Milk?"

I burst into tears.