Monthly Archives: December 2012

Exercise Challenge – Festive Fun

And so to this week’s update on the December Health and Fitness Challenge!

This week we went overseas for a week. Being on holiday meant that, as foreseen, my good exercise intentions were left at home. Apart from wandering around in the sun with the stroller and splashing around in the pool with BabyBoy and BabyGirl, the only serious bit of exercise I did was 30 minutes of swimming (with dolphins!) on Boxing Day.

So not a great week exercise-wise, but a fabulous one holiday-wise. Bring on the New Year with new challenges….!

Exercise Challenge – Pre-Christmas Week

The latest week of the December Health and Fitness Challenge!

The pre-Christmas week was always going to be a bit fraught. Here’s how close I came to my goal of power walking four times a week this week:

Monday – 30 minutes power walk with double stroller

Tuesday – 15 minutes power walk (got off bus early and walked to appointment)

Wednesday – 30 minutes power walk with double stroller

Thursday – 30 minutes Pilates. My ankles are my new weak spot. Ouch!

Friday – 20 minutes power walk.

Saturday and Sunday were all about Xmas!

So….almost! Better than I thought it would be. I foresee a dip over the Xmas week…but let’s see what happens….

Wind-up toys, the bane of my existence

A lovely person gave BabyBoy and BabyGirl a wind-up TV, the kind that you wind up and then a picture moves across the ‘screen’. They’ve have been around for years and years. I was thrilled when I saw it as I had one as a child and loved it.

BabyBoy and BabyGirl also love it. There is a problem however – they are not yet able to wind it up themselves, so they call for Multimummy to do it again and again and again and again… Each winding only lasts about a minute. This is not conducive to getting dinner on the table.

So as Christmas approaches a note to all toy-shoppers out there: I don’t recommend buying such a toy for any child who can’t wind it themselves. Mummy will not thank you.

Deck the Walls

Here’s an idea – put this high enough on your wall and no need to worry about a toddler or two attempting to pull a tree over…

Love Christmas trees but don’t have the space or time to take care of a real one? Deck your walls instead! Below are some unique and neat ideas. There’s still time…

Images roundup from my Pinterest board, Holiday.

Click on image for source. 

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I may consider doing this next yr. Would you?

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The Grandparent Files: Nothing is Free

I might be being mean here, but it annoys the heck out of me when the grandparents swan in and think their only job is to be entertained by BabyBoy and BabyGirl. Fine, do come and visit, but don’t leave me to clean up the dinner table while you do a runner with a baby to the nursery.

Nothing in life is free. If you come over, expect to at least offer to give me a hand. I’ll probably be polite and refuse, encouraging you to go play with the kids, but offering will stand you in good stead in getting time with my children.

Exercise Challenge: Does Shopping Count?

As I posted last week, I am taking part in the December health and fitness challenge. My goal is to power walk for 30 minutes four times a week. So, how did I do?

Monday: 10 minutes power walking (rudely interrupted by an appointment)

Tuesday: attempted to power walk on an empty stomach. I do not recommend this.

Wednesday: 30 minutes power walking with double stroller. I have discovered that my legs are incredibly weak. Ouch!

Thursday: 30 minutes Pilates. Drank copious amounts of water throughout. Feel fab!

Friday: does shopping count??

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The Grandparent Files: Undeck the Halls

Christmas trees. A lovely tradition. Twinkly lights, colourful decorations, excitingly-shaped boxes tucked underneath….

But as anyone with a toddler knows, christmas trees can also be dangerous. So much so that this year, as BabyBoy and BabyGirl are mobile now, the tree is firmly tied down out of reach, with no lights (to guard against lead / electric shocks / wire issues) or tinsel (apparently a chocking hazard, who knew?)

And we have be instilling in the children – look, but don’t touch. Those ornaments are pretty (and not glass) but if you play with them they might still break and hurt you, especially the ones with bells which could break into small parts and choke you.

So imagine my chagrin when my mother-in-law and father-in-law began taking the decorations off the tree to give to BabyBoy and BabyGirl to play with. They are not toys, I whispered furiously to Multidaddy. Of course the children are reaching out for them, they’re sparkly and colourful, but you don’t hand them over to them. Continue reading

Goodnight Nanny-Cam

To have a giggle:

In the great green-certified room
There was a smartphone
And a silver spoon
And a picture of—

A high-contrast, brain-stimulating black-and-white moon

And there was a musical concert by Baby Mozart

And high window guards
And French flash cards

And a fireplace safety gate
And toys without phthalate

And a sterilizer and bottle brush and bowl full of organic mush

And a bilingual nanny who was whispering “hush”

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Thoughts on Parenthood

Love this. I’ve only recently really been understanding how much I get out of motherhood, rather than bemoaning what I have to put in.

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My schedule meant leaving my wife and son, for half the week. I spent a lot of time in preparation, thinking about the soccer practices which I would miss. I thought about the parent days at school from which I would be AWOL. I thought about my manful (there is no better adjective) attempts at affecting some sort of equitable split in the chores. And I thought about the emotional absence. In other words, before I left for the semester I spent a great deal of time considering what my absence would mean to my family. But I spent almost no time considering what the absence of my family would mean to me.
The error of my ways became apparent roughly a day after I left. It was really a kind of unexpected awful. I have long thought of fatherhood and partnership in terms of duties, in terms of what…

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Why you’re never failing as a mother

I came across this article – have a read, it’ll make you feel better.

I’ve gotten a lot of emails from women saying they feel overwhelmed by motherhood. Not in a dangerous way, just in a “I totally suck and I don’t know how I’m supposed to manage all this” kind of way.

To this I say, you’re not supposed to.

If you think about it, if you had a baby thousands, if not hundreds of years ago, you would have had your mother, all your sisters (all of whom were probably lactating), and your nieces all taking care of your baby. They would help with food preparation, show you how to manage, and make sure your baby wasn’t eaten by a bear. Your kid’s feet probably wouldn’t have touched the ground until they themselves would be able to carry around an infant.

Back then the point of a child was to have free labour in the fields and someone to take care of your old ass down the road, and not much more.

As for the past generations that like to tell you that they raised six kids on their own and did it without a washing machine? Well, sort of. Keep in mind child rearing was viewed pretty differently not that long ago and you could stick a toddler on the front lawn with just the dog watching and nobody would bat an eye at it – I used to walk to the store in my bare feet to buy my father’s cigarettes when I was a kid. As a mother, you cooked, you cleaned, but nobody expected you to do anything much more than keep your kids fed and tidy.

My grandmother used to tell the story about how she forgot my mother at the grocery store in the early 40s. She walked up to the store with my mother sleeping in her carriage, parked it outside with all the other sleeping babies (I’ll let that sink in), went inside to do her shopping, then walked home forgetting that she’d taken the baby with her. She quickly realized her mistake and walked back and retrieved my mother who was still sleeping outside the store.

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