a bit of this and a bit of that

This week seems to have passed by in a bit of a blur, like most of this year, really.  What with all our usual activities- swimming, Jo Jingles, playgroup and meeting friends, the days have just whizzed by.  Even at this age the boys still sleep all afternoon so our day to day activities are usually confined to mornings only, still, I feel like I have achieved (for me) a lot this week- including a spot of baking in honour of National Baking Week.

Most importantly, I have resumed knitting!!!! Yes, I dug out all my squares...

...lined them up on my bed to work out how many more I need to knit...

...and actually started another square! Go me!!

It does help that this was a project for my mum and I to work on together and as she has been spurred on to do more knitting, it kind of gave me the kick up the backside that I needed to start up again.

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happy birthday, daisy (for yesterday)

You're still my number one xx

i heart biscuits

Well, I did make my biscuits, even though technically my hubbie did end up baking them with me, and I settled down this afternoon to enjoy them with a nice cup of tea.  One of the reasons I decided to resume blogging is that I love getting a glimpse into the life of people and I marvel at how photographs can capture simple, everyday routines.  One of my favourite blogs to read at the moment is Attic24  and so in honour of this blog and my new ventures into blogging I decided to use my lovely strawberry, blue Cath Kidston mug and a floral Cath Kidston plate (both I'd forgotten I even had) and try my hand at this sort of photography.  I think that clearly I may need to work on my photographic skills somewhat, but I am happy with my pretty, pink biscuits. 

The recipe came from one of the free Asda magazines which featured their Tickled Pink campaign.


Now, yesterday I was feeling very blah, but today I feel much better.  The sun is shining and although my hubbie has gone back to work, I have felt determined to tackle any problems/issues the builders/children can throw at me.  We have had one minor/major crisis on the building front- the roof for our conservatory has been made 1m too short so they are doing a rush order to get it re-made and re-delivered tomorrow- but, that's something I don't have to deal with, so all is still good.


My children, however, are a different matter.  Last week, due to illness, no one went anywhere and consequently, the four of us were couped up in one, small room. Our house is very small, hence the need for the conservatory.  So, this morning I decided to take them on a walk around the block.  It's not a hugely long walk, but I think in hindsight, it was a bit too long.  Just to digress a bit and set the scene, back in March I tried to walk them down the road- a very short walk- and it was a total nightmare.  Twins (on reins) who aren't used to walking much (for this very reason) equals a recipe for disaster.  They moaned, wanted to be carried, dragged their feet and basically refused to walk.  It was awful!! But this was March and I have since done that particular walk a few more times with more success so I decided that they could handle this slightly longer route.  And they did handle the first part really well.  They enjoyed looking in other people's gardens and being out in the fresh air.... until about three quarters of the way along when it fell apart.  First one wanted to be carried, then the other one, then they both did.  I coaxed them along as best I could until we were almost home, and then one sat on the floor refusing to move.  Now, they are not really heavy, but I am  quite short and it is very awkward to carry one whilst walking another, so I refused to carry them. So they decided to crawl along the pavement- oh man!  I was getting sympathetic looks from passers by at this point, but I was determined to finish the walk on a high and not get hysterical.  Thankfully, we spotted one of the builders outside our house and somehow, this spurred them into almost running back.  Jeez-Louise-  I'm not sure we'll be doing that again in a hurry!  Such is my life with twins.  Even simple things like going for a walk can be fraught and tiresome, but at the end of the day, the struggle is worth it and I have to keep remembering that.  Oh, yeah, and it made those biccies taste even nicer when I got to sit down at nap-time with my CK mug and my CK plate. 

a blah-di-dah kind of week

It has been fairly safe to say that this week has been blah! Really blah, in so many ways.  So blah that all I've managed to do is lay down and read blogs, not write my own, as I had planned.  Until now- not quite what I had envisaged writing about, but probably an accurate reflection of how I'm currently feeling.
After what had been quite a warm (I think) and pleasant weekend, we woke up Monday morning to rather a lot of rain.  Not the best of weather for an outing to the woods with my friend and her two children.  My little ones are not yet able to articulate themselves fully, but they sort of realized that a trip to the woods was not going to happen, but, after a few phone calls, off to their "auntie's" (my friend) we went and all was good again.  However, by the time we got home, the ache I had in my wrists that morning, which I'd dismissed along with other 'symptoms'  had begun to resemble something more serious and I was beginning to feel quite unwell.  This was confirmed by a very unpleasant night suffered by both me and my husband- oh dear, we were ill!  Cue four days of muddling through our daily routine with the little ones (not easy juggling the demands of two year olds when you feel so blah!) sleeping when they slept and oh yeah, juggling the needs of the people building our conservatory.  Yep, work started on that this week and while this cannot be described as blah, I dislike things happening which are beyond my control and I intensely dislike anything which may interfere with my boys daily routine (like being ill and conservatory building).  Luckily, my hubbie was on hand, albeit as ill as me, to help on this front.


We have only just begun to feel normal again and we did manage to venture out yesterday where I took a quick snap of our magnolia tree in the midst of changing colour, but the weather has remained blah, as has my mood, blah!

One little nugget of brightness (silly I know) but, I've finally worked out how to get a title onto each blog post- yay!  Oh, and I'm about to make a batch of biscuits to trial a recipe I found.  Hopefully, I can post a photo of my attempt.  

medical miracle

I often catch myself staring at my boys in awe and wonder because I still can't always comprehend that I, of all people, managed to produce two children in one go.  Even after all this time I still have trouble coming to terms with this and I think I'm still in shock with the fact that there are two, identical little faces staring back at me and I wonder for the millionth time- how did that happen? And the answer is what's known as a 'medical miracle'- one egg splitting into two, for no apparent reason. 

I'm really glad my egg chose to split.