Once upon a time, I wrote a post about trying a recipe and modifying it – that recipe was Strawberry Pop Tart Scones, and they are the most popular post on Veggie Mama. Only it was a bit of a one-trick pony, someone had submitted it to Stumbleupon and it went nuts over a month or so, earning more than 15,000 views. And then nobody looked at it any more.
So while it has the record for the most views, I don’t consider it the most popular post. The post that has the most views and still gets traffic to this day is the one where I share the secret to making the perfect fluffy pikelet. DAMN THEY ARE GOOD.
Imagine a bit of melty butter on that stack of glory. The post has been viewed more than 13,000 times and I think that’s half people Googling, and half people Pinteresting. Oh, while I’m here – let’s not do this. The point of Pinterest is to link back to the original post, so if people are interested in the tutorial or recipe or whatever, then they can go to the source to get it. When you pin someone else’s work and then give all the instructions and ingredients in the caption, not only are you being rude to the person who created the tutorial or recipe or whatever, you are also in breach of copyright. Pinterest is a minefield, people! Gotsta be doing it properly.
So as far as a where are they now type of thing, well, these scones and pikelets got ate. In the interests of being interesting however, my next most popular post about general stuff is “Two under Two: How did I do it?”
It had been five months since I had Pepper, and my kids were 18 months apart almost to the day. I’d navigated those first early waters of newborn and toddler, and it had been so much easier than I anticipated. So many people had asked me how I found it (especially the ones who were about to go through it!) so I put together a few bits and pieces of how I handled it – what worked and what didn’t.
Today my kids are 2.5 and 13 months old, and we’ve made it through that hectic first year. In some ways these days are harder than the newborn ones, because you need to be constantly on the ball – refereeing fights, ensuring caps are put back on textas, ensuring a minimum of PlayDoh is swallowed, enforcing limits and knowing that consistency is necessary for discipline, holding back one kid from kicking the other in the head, teaching sharing and taking turns, stopping one kid from pulling the toilet paper off the roll while calling out for the other one to stop touching the oven, toilet training, and two kids running in two different directions at the park. Then there’s the whole business of shaping impressionable humans, being a role model and teaching them things that they’ll take with them into adulthood. That’s a massive and exhausting responsibility, especially compared with those early days when all they need is a feed, a change, and a cuddle. And where one kid getting into the loo roll is bearable.
But of course, in other ways its easier. I don’t always get a whole hot cup of tea in one go, but the girls are beginning to amuse themselves without incident for longer and longer periods, so it’s more often than not. I don’t sleep through the night, but the wakeups are much more manageable. The park is easier with two mobile toddlers that don’t need to be carried and aren’t going to put everything in their mouth. The beach is more fun, and I can usually get through unpacking the dishwasher before disaster strikes. I’m still very much in need, but the things I’m needed for are different and not a 24-hour onlsaught. And when they play together for the briefest of moments, it is the most face-meltingly gorgeous thing you’ve ever encountered. They freely give hugs and kisses, they sit still (for the most part) when I read to them, they can follow simple instructions (I may or may not have shouted HALLELUJAH! the first I asked Abby to hand me something just out of my reach, and she actually did – the tables were turning!) and at least one of them can concentrate on an activity for longer than 22 seconds, which means my bathroom isn’t quite as filthy as it was for that first while.
The best part of all though, is that it just keeps getting better. I would totally do an 18-month gap all over again. We’re such a little family unit now, and life in general is getting easier and more enjoyable, we’re learning about our children as their personalities unfold, and we can see how we fit together and co-exist as four humans. Every day is better than the one before, and particularly lately I really feel like we’re hitting our stride. It’s such a good place to be.