Bogeys and Giggles

I want to blog but I can’t, in fact I have tried to start several blogs tonight but nothing is flowing. I don’t know what to talk about and as I try to type my fingers seem to seize and freeze and to be frank it is getting on my nerves.

Its half term, I thought twin boy would be providing me lots of blogging content but instead the little beggar has thwarted me by getting ill. When twin boy gets on the Calpol train he becomes a deflated version of himself, rather like a balloon before it is blown up. You know that once it is full of air it will be fantastic fun to play with but whilst it lies limp in your hand it just looks rather uninspiring. Twin boy is currently a quiet child who likes to read quietly on his bean bag and occasionally looks up at you with sad flu ridden eyes.

Twin girl is not faring much better, she too has the dreaded cold; the only plus is her increased body temperature means I don’t have to put the heating on during the days as she sends out waves of heats in-between her rapid sneezing fits.

Baby beautiful is coping well with all the germs flying around my house, she comforts herself by hiding in bosom, she has read somewhere that breast milk cures all ailments so she is currently trying to have as much as possible in order to ensure she does not produce the same volume of green stuff that her brother and sister are currently emitting. So effectively so far this half term I have sat with my boobs out on display whilst blowing a nose with one hand and cuddling a childlike hot water bottle with the other.

So blogging inspiration has been limited….. I could tell you about twin girl’s valiant attempts to stop sucking her thumb, her prize if she manages five days in a row without putting her thumb in her mouth will be her very own pair of real high heels. So please if you see me on the street with a tottering four year old don’t judge my parenting skills but congratulate my little girl on literally giving up the habit of her lifetime.

 I could tell you about twin boy’s excessive nose bleed at our mummy and toddler group; it lasted for eighteen minutes and he passed two blood clots. I imagine it was quite scary for him, but to be honest the pity and congratulations must be directed as me as I have a huge blood phobia and I managed the whole episode without vomiting once.

I could also tell you about Twin Boy’s successful sticker chart to stop him pooing in his pants, but if I am truthful it is embarrassing that my four year old son still has the occasional brown accident that he has to be incentivized not to do! So we will steer clear of that topic. However if you do want to read about bad toilet skills please nip back and read about poogate.

So all I am left with is baby beautiful, but at five months is she capable of providing much blogging material? Well today she pulled out her top trump card and proved she clearly is. Sensing that mummy was having a rubbish day, contending not only with bogeys pouring out of a nose but icky red stuff as well, she decided to give me a break.

Waiting until bedtime was almost upon us she lay down on her play mat and did a throaty chuckle. Now beautiful baby is a smiler but she is a silent smiler so it is rare to hear anything resembling a laugh, hence every time a chuckle rises to the surface my heart breaks a little bit more. Tonight though after seeing my whole face light up with delight after her cheeky chuckle she then continued into a full on giggle. And that child can giggle! I didn’t record it as I wouldn’t know where to start with my phone; but if you use your imagination, think of a beautiful angel laughing and the prettiest flower smiling and you have my babies giggle.

The perfect end to a poorly day.

 Fingers crossed the twins are better tomorrow, watch this space.