Another’s words from my mouth

I was getting the girls dressed, narrating along the way, and when I put their vests on I was overwhelmed to tell them that I was:

“Putting a shimmy on to keep you warm.”

It’s been a good twenty plus years since I heard or even thought of a ‘shimmy’ but there I was on my knees chasing my two spirited Cylonettes around the bedroom jabbering about shimmies.

My maternal granny was from Yorkshire, and shimmy is Yorkshire speak for vest. Even though she lived the majority of her adult life in the Scottish borders she still referred to a vest as a shimmy* and not a semmit*.

It made me feel so happy that I can pass on this slang to the girls. Will it stick, and will they keep the shimmy alive? A little piece of my Granny Moth that can live on three thousand odd miles away from the land of the white roses.

* Both come from the French ‘chemise’.






Before we talk Zoey and creeping can I just say that there is a plague upon this family. The Cylonettes and I are just emerging from the snottiest cold ever when Papa Cylon gets struck down with it, or an evil mutation of the original snotty cold. Poor sod came home early from work, and crashed out in the bedroom. Then Zoey went to bed at 7:30pm, and Naomi sensed that there was a power vacuum on the sofa so decided not to go to sleep. The girl only just crashed out at almost 9pm. That never normally happens with Naomi as she loves her sleep but I reckon that since Alex and Zoey were in the other room she saw a good opportunity to stay up late, and get in a bit more grinning. You know, in case she hadn’t done enough!

So Zoey.

Zoey, Zoey, Zoey, Zoey.

What a girl. I was watching her this afternoon, and she is so close to crawling forward. She has started testing out her knees and rocking back and forth (when not trying to lunge forward).  It’s like having a wild life documentary unfold in your living room. I keep expecting David Attenborough to pop up from behind the sofa and start narrating.

I am sure that things are going to fall into place with her in the next few days, and in the meantime we can celebrate what a nimble backwards shuffler she is.

Some thoughts on traveling with babies

I some how lost last week down the back of the sofa, and everyone getting sick to differing degrees didn’t really help but whilst I was trying not to cough and sneeze over Zoey and Naomi (not that they repaid the favor) I have been mulling over our recent travel adventure (two international flights and three train journeys).

Before Zoey cried for an hour when we were stuck on the run way.

Traveling with two babies under 6 months wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be but I can see why some families find traveling with infants and children stressful. I would say that planning and personality are the two most important factors for a smooth trip. Alex and I are both good travelers, and, by good travelers I mean relaxed (nothing phases us) and experienced (we can field strip ourselves and carry-on in seconds when going through the TSA theater).


Confession #2

One of the nice things about being on “vacation” was that without our trusty bouncy seats I could take a shower and/or pee without having one or both girls with me. Now I know that by choosing to have kids I basically signed away my right to privacy, and that’s fine. I’m perfectly okay with having my personal Greek chorus follow my every move it’s only when they start to cry in the bathroom and let’s say your mobility is somewhat hampered by the task you are undertaking that it can get a little frustrating. When I’m in the shower I can pop my head around the curtain to give a reassuring smile but when I’m on the loo they can already see me so I need to up the ante. Which is why I’ve taken to blow drying the girls. I power up my hair dryer, give the girl(s) a couple of quick blasts of cool air and it usually buys me enough quiet time.

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