My twins have learnt loads of interesting and fun facts while I’ve been pregnant. Not all of them actually about pregnancy though…
1. Thanks to morning sickness in the early months, Little Mister and Miss now know that Mac Donalds serve hash browns for breakfast. I could not stand the smell of anything cooking for a long time and Maccas was a very short drive away.
2. Bakeries sell juice pop tops and cheese & bacon rolls…for those mornings when I felt guilty about the Maccas runs
3. The plot lines of many many Disney movies while I lay comatose on the couch. What can I say, those early months were a killer!
4. You’re not allowed to jump on Mama because she has a bubba in her belly. The Papa Bear, on the other hand is fair game.
5. The baby eats the same food as the Mama does. The food drops into mama’s belly and the bubba eats it. Kinda like you’re feeding a goldfish.
And what I wished they had learnt –
It is not a good time to ask Mama where to find your random-lost-toy when she is coughing in the morning (vomiting). My twinnies never figured out to leave me be when I was sick or that I was even being sick!
I use ALOT of discipline strategies. Its not that my gorgeous butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-their-mouths twinnies are naughty. Its just that they just have too much energy for a person their size. Waaaaaaaaay too much energy. I’ve used 1-2-3 Magic (aka the count-down until mama loses her nut) and time-out (aka time for mama to calm down). I’ve screamed and I’ve whispered. I’ve threatened and bribed but with twins, there’s only one strategty that always seems to calm a situation. I call it “Divide and Conquer.”
When Little Mister and Miss are in that zone where they’ve got the bad case of the sillies and they are not being safe, I have to seperate them. All the above strategies just go in one ear and out the other. Its like they’re in a twilight zone and nobody exists but them. Even a smack (something that I really really try hard not to do) doesn’t snap them out of it. You have to give them both a different focus. Little Mister will be put into the bath. Little Miss is not. Little Miss gets sent to our ensuite toilet. Little Mister goes to theirs. It doesn’t sound like much of a punishment but it works. For them, being seperated is a punishment.
They no longer have day sleeps in the same room. Just nights. Depending on their energy levels, Little Mister and Miss will have seperate baths and once I left Little Mister home with the Papa Bear while I went shopping with Little Miss because he refused to get dressed. He was devasted that we went to get milk and bread without him. Of course this technique can’t be used all the time. It makes me feel like a big meanie when I seperate them…but it is still good to know
My Little Mister and Miss are obsessed with superheros at the moment. In particular, the Hulk. It could be because he’s everywhere at the moment and little kids are susceptable to marketing but I think its due to something a little more familar. Have you noticed that all Hulk does is chuck a tantie and smash things??? He gets angry and then screams incoherently. And when he is understandable, its only one syllable words??? Hulk mad! Hulk smash! I don’t know about you but this big green man reminds me of my little not-so-green man.
I’ve even started to use him as an example to get my point across when explaining emotions and why we feel this way. Hulk is mad because he hasn’t had a nap or he needs a cuddle or he’s hungry. My twinnies love it…except when they are cranky and I’m telling them it because they decided not to have a nap. Then its “I’m not cranky” and “I’m not Hulk”. Grumble grumble grumble. Throw toys. Smash toys. Sulk.
Gotta love kids