Note to self...

Repeat after me..

Never, ever go out on an excursion without extra formula to feed starving children....

I learnt my lesson today after visiting the hospital for what I thought was just a one hour group physio class. Post class however, I was extremely lucky to get a one on one appointment with a physio to try and sort out my aching back (which has been annihilated by the dastardly duo).

I weighed up the pros and cons..

Pros - Desperately need some back relief
           Sleeping babies

Cons - Babies due for Feed with only water in my bag of tricks
           
Figured it was a no brainer.

Bad mistake.

I have paid for it all afternoon with a tag team of crying, screaming and hollering.

Finally, finally they are settled, on our bed, and in walks Daddy 5 minutes later who is then treated to a chorus of chit chat, smiles and giggles.

Bloody traitors.

xx

Packing our bags...

Some changes I have noticed.

I used to pack a bag and jump on a plane to somewhere/anywhere, at a moments notice.

Kakakak. Finito.

I used to be able to take a small back pack as carry on baggage for a weekend sojourn to Timbuktu.

Now I have to start packing 48 hours in advance for 2 tiny teeny little people that seem to require more changes of clothing than Paris Hilton.

I used to be able to arrive at the airport with the minimum 30 minute check in time for a domestic flight and still grab a coffee or a beer on the way to the gate.

Now I have to arrive at least two hours early as logistics require a major juggling act and a visit to special baggage services to ensure our double pram & portacot are waiting for us at the other end.

I used to be able to catch public transport at the other end.

Now we have to hire a Toyota Tarago.

Sigh....

The journey begins...

So for those who know me, you may recall kids were not part of my plan.. not that I really had a plan...go with the flow and all that. 

On our second date, Sean and I had the chat.. He asked me if I wanted kids.. Nope.. I asked him if he wanted more kids.. Nope.. Sweet, all sorted, we were on the same page. 

Ours was a short and blessed courtship to say the least. Our first date was March 13 2011, I moved in to Sean's house just 3 months later. Just as well. The weekend that I invaded (literally..I have a LOT Of stuff!), Sean flew out to Japan for work for 3 weeks. I took a pregnancy test when he was on the plane. He arrived in Okinawa to a skype call from me...howling and holding up a stick with a couple of pink lines.

Two and a half weeks later, after many sleepless nights and soul searching,   we decided fuk it, lets do it. So there I came to be, laying obliviously looking at a screen of some sort of blob, when the radiographer says to me “well thats an interesting picture”... I reply “what?”...she replies, “well there’s two!” 

And there was. 

Huh...??

My friend Ali just posted this pic of a vintage shop in Whitstable, England which reminded her of me... copy cats!