About Me

Perth, WA, Australia
Hi friends. To those I have met in person and the many I haven't - welcome to our nest. Thanks so much for stopping by. I am a mama of six baby birds and wife to one papa bird. Our nest is an intricately woven home, crafted over time, through the highs and lows of life, and many in-betweens. We are soon to leave our Australian nest to re-locate to our second home, the UK. This is our story, of our new life in a new country, the trials and tribulations, bidding goodbye to precious friends and embracing new. I know at times, our wings will be flapping so hard to keep us moving forward that we will tire, however, a little perseverence will bring effortless gliding amongst a soft breeze, and even stronger wings for the journey ahead. Welcome to our flight......

Monday, 16 August 2010

Downward Dog

Our number five and six babies are becoming little people of their own, with distinct personalities and quirky, unique behaviour.

Twin number two, as she will forever be known, has just started a very interesting exercise routine which she can't seem to not do. We call it 'the dead dog' but I think the correct phrase is actually coined from Yoga (not something I practice) being the 'downward dog' position. Either way, number two spends most of her time with her bottom in the air, legs straight as a pin and her head balanced on the ground. Her core muscles must be in top condition and we are anticipating the six pack to emerge on her tight little tummy any day. Sometimes this pose is conducted with hands flat on the floor. Other times it is no hands and just a cheeky little smile can be seen from between her legs.

Today I put her down in her cot for a nap and an hour later (yes bad Mummy - a whole hour later), I checked on her. There she was, having a whale of a time, bottom in the air, looking like she was about to pass out from all the blood rushing into her head. Number one bub was also awake, watching the circus show, with an amused look on her face, probably wondering when the intermission was going to be (ie time for sleep!)

Speaking of twin number one, she is the complete opposite, not only in looks but also in size. Whilst number two has the strongest legs I have ever known in a baby, number one, cannot weight bear - at all! She has just mastered sitting up but due to her generous girth, often finds herself laying on the floor, not in 'the dead dog' position, but face-planted onto the tiles and unable to move her lovely fat cheeks which invariably end up squished onto the floor.

I am constantly amazed at how different two babies, who shared womb space for nine months and were born 4 minutes apart, can be. How can one be loud and demanding (two!) and the other so very quiet and gentle (one!)? One have a cry like a bird and one a roar like a lion? One who is more than happy to be patient and wait for ones turn and the other who will not wait for a second?

These two babies I venture to say, must be the most loved and cherished cherubs on the planet, with their siblings lavishing them with affection, smothering their little faces with kisses and causing the odd bump to their heads with over-exuberant hugs.

I am just looking forward to the time when number one masters a circus act of her own. You never know, I might walk into the nursery one day to find a trapeze act being performed, with number one as the seat and number two upside down, flying through the air!

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