- Catherine Irwin
- 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......
Thursday, 21 October 2010
Crumbs in the Cot
We have 11 month old twin girls. They were born within four minutes of each other and are poles apart in looks and personality.
Twin number one is a gentle giant. I say 'giant' because she is off-the- scale on the height/weight ratio for her age. Her thighs are like mini tree trunks and her cheeks look like she is storing nuts for the winter.
Twin number two is like a little tiny pixie. She is so small and light and her height/weight ratio is minus 20! It probably has something to do with the fact that she eats like a sparrow and is always on the move. This of course, being the overall secret to weight loss - close the mouth and move the body! And twin two does it to perfection.
Anyway, speaking of twin number one, aka, our little fatty, she loves to eat. She lives for the next highchair sitting. The very sight of anything food related, ie, spoon, bowl or bottle, will have her wiggling and jiggling and clapping her hands. Drop dead cute and bound to make me smile on even my bluest days.
So last night, I had to chuckle when I did the obligatory checking of the kids before shut-eye. As I bent down to give her a kiss I noticed crumbs in her cot. Lots of them. Here's the thing - how does an 11 month old end up with crumbs in her bed? Has she been stealing food secretly, or did she con her sister into saving it in her pockets for a later midnight feast? Or has she been storing it in her chipmunk cheeks to snack on when sleep evades her?
I think I have found the culprit. She grabs food from any source as quick as a flash and then conceals it in her chubby little hands with such a vice-like grip one cannot prise it out. This produces a steamy piece of unrecognisable 'glug' with a strange smell (mixture of sweat, spit and vomit) but apparently to her, it tastes like heaven and is very beneficial when the night-time munchies strike.
In a few weeks they will be one (oh how my heart breaks at that!).
Happy birthday my precious little chipmunks!