You know your love life is dire when you want to thank the person who frisks you at the airport as it's the closest thing you've had to a hug in a Very.Long.Time.

I resisted the urge to voice my gratitude to the frisker for fear of being deemed a little odd and taken away for questioning. The offending hairgrips that set the beep machine into overdrive caused only a minor delay and then I was able to re-join Team Baby Bjorn at Heathrow as we set off for Stockholm. Land of herring and all things pickled.

Two whole nights away from the boys. The longest I have been without

them. Ever. Team Grandparent and Aunt were fully briefed and left with an entirely academic Rough Guide To Life At Twin HQ, which included tips on how best to change Twin One while minimising the chances of Twin Two grabbing the discarded nappy. Also advise on how to bribe Twin One while you bathe Twin Two, in case shift patterns left someone in sole charge at tub o'clock. Also suggestions on which foods were least likely to stick to the floor and turn to cement faster than any quick dry grout.

By the time I arrived at the Airport, my Taxi Driver had told me in minute detail the rigours of life as a semi-professional boxer, leaving me little time for last minute doubts as to whether I could cope with two nights sans babies. (It also means I could probably have amateur boxing as my specialist subject on Mastermind. Maybe the boys will be impressed in a few years time,)

We were installed in our hotel home and, as I brushed my teeth without interruption for the first time in a long time, and got in to bed without checking on two little people first, began to remember my name as well as my job title. I am Katy. Off duty Twin Mum.

Maybe it was the Gin and Tonic from the hotel bar, maybe it was the comfy bed, maybe because having hit the parental pause button my body realised how exhausted it was, maybe I just knew that it was now or never, Whatever the reason I slept the whole night through. And it was wonderful.

Breakfast nearly brought me to tears. Having spent the last few months eating discarded Marmite fingers and lunging at cold coffee in the morning the sight of four types of eggs, fresh bread, posh little shot glasses of healthy looking stuff and more fruit than you can shake a stick at was like a meal time mirage.

So, with a full tummy and a rested head and a nagging feeling that I had forgotten something (my children) I boarded the bus to Baby Bjorn to learn about the latest in a long line of fabulous products. The Baby Carrier Miracle.

Baby Bjorn didn't need to radically change the existing and much loved carriers, but with a few technical tweaks and some clever engineering the new Miracle enables you can carry your baby from newborn to 15 months. Comfortably. Safely. Stylishly.

The adjustable design and ergonomic waist-band provide superior comfort. Should you be out and about with your shiny new person for

long periods of time you can change where the weight you are carrying is distributed with simple adjustments, with the child still in the carrier.

I love that Baby Bjorn considers everything. All the issues you want addressed as a new parent, and all the issues you would want addressed if sleep deprivation hadn't stolen your thoughts from you and placed them some where far, far away. They twist seams so they are comfortable, they use soft fabric for sensitive skins, they make sure you will be able to gaze into your newborn's eyes and snuggle within a heartbeat of each other so you can bond while you boogy. Or walk, or shop, or whatever it is you want to do while carrying your miracle in Baby Bjorn's Miracle.

Although they are yet to design a twin version of their carrier I, as a Multiple Mum, have a unique insight in to just how completely wonderful their High Chair is. You see when you travel with two babies the same age you need to bring at least half the kit with you. Invariably at restaurants, holiday homes, hotels, they will have one presentable high chair. And then they look a little shifty and embarrassed when they have to admit that actually there are a few bits missing from the second one because they don't often have to get them both out together. And then they start asking stupid questions about twins while leaving you to juggle two babies and one and half high chairs.

Anyway. My point is that I have inadvertently done compare and contrast jobs on the Baby Bjorn High Chair that we carry everywhere, against the best alternatives on the market that posh Hotels purchase when they want to impress people with one baby. Baby Bjorn's High Chair wins. Hands down. Every time.

There are no buckles, no crumb traps, no finger pinchy bits, no confusing harnesses, no steps that can be used as climbing frames or launch pads. It is, like all their products, fuss free and efficient. And enviably stylish like all things Swedish. Except maybe pickled herring. Pickled herring has never made the top ten most stylish anything, as far as I'm aware.

Katy Hymas - blogger & mum of 1 year old twin boys Noah and Bailey
April 2011

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