<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184004002001857214</id><updated>2012-02-02T10:01:30.404-08:00</updated><category term='beans'/><category term='mommy'/><category term='messes'/><category term='travel with kids'/><category term='rainy day activities'/><category term='zucchini recipe'/><category term='confusion11'/><category term='play'/><category term='podee'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='toddlers'/><category term='twins'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='routine'/><category term='container garden'/><category term='crafts'/><category term='herbs'/><title type='text'>The Muse Report</title><subtitle type='html'>An account of life with fraternal twin girls in a two-working-parent household complete with two dogs and two cats.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Writerswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17205459360478674095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S4hq-2BjZTI/AAAAAAAAARM/TXKrOY9_Pg4/S220/IMG_1446_2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184004002001857214.post-777425102628306512</id><published>2011-12-18T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T14:19:55.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crafting with the kiddos</title><content type='html'>I love crafts! &amp;nbsp;I always have. &amp;nbsp;Now that the girls are getting closer to three, we can craft together. &amp;nbsp;I am currently hooked on Pinterest and there are so many good ideas pinned up there. &amp;nbsp;I don't often add content, I just wander through what other people have pinned. &amp;nbsp;One of my new favorites is the &lt;a href="http://playathomemom3.blogspot.com/"&gt;Play At Home Mom&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;site. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many simple and fun ideas on this site. &amp;nbsp;Today the girls and I made some colored rice. &amp;nbsp;I Googled it and the basic idea is 2 tsp. of rubbing alcohol, some food coloring (gel or liquid), and 1 cup of rice. &amp;nbsp;I used some zipper bags and let the girls hold them while I put in the ingredients. &amp;nbsp;Then we sealed them and squished them until everything was mixed up. &amp;nbsp;They kept asking for more colors! &amp;nbsp;I am almost out of rice again. &amp;nbsp;I will have to start buying the HUGE bag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VhYUK8s4Drs/Tu4DIvr-vTI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/vGtJ1Wa1HDo/s1600/photo+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VhYUK8s4Drs/Tu4DIvr-vTI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/vGtJ1Wa1HDo/s320/photo+%25281%2529.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I think that we may dump the big tub of dried beans and put the rice in it. That or we'll use the ginormous plastic storage tub to hold the rice. &amp;nbsp;The girls can use measuring cups, funnels, spoons, toy construction trucks, and other things to play with it. &amp;nbsp;We can also use it to make pretty paper weights or Eye Spy bottles. &amp;nbsp;It's a cheap and easy activity to do with the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What did we do with that rice? &amp;nbsp;We made Eye Spy bottles today! &amp;nbsp;The rice dried on the stovetop (no heat) all day. &amp;nbsp;I stirred it often to break up clumps. &amp;nbsp;The thinner you can spread it out, the better. &amp;nbsp;When the girls are older, I will send them on a scavenger hunt to find items. &amp;nbsp;Today, I snuck around and found odds n' ends to pop into the bottles. &amp;nbsp;I have a bunch of beads and buttons around. &amp;nbsp;Then I added some other things: plastic toys from the party favors section and some buttons that I bought. &amp;nbsp;The girls had fun choosing what to put in the bottle and helping to scoop the rice. &amp;nbsp;We used some small soda bottles that were washed and dried. &amp;nbsp;The end result:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6443ebOAYqQ/Tu5mjUS4RaI/AAAAAAAAAao/yh2UdEeeNfU/s1600/seespy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6443ebOAYqQ/Tu5mjUS4RaI/AAAAAAAAAao/yh2UdEeeNfU/s320/seespy.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The girls really liked the little frogs and some imprinted coins from a trip to Disney (high school band trip). &amp;nbsp;They added beads and buttons, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DySJxxLW4pQ/Tu5mgOWXOqI/AAAAAAAAAag/R1KB-mvwltU/s1600/seespy2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DySJxxLW4pQ/Tu5mgOWXOqI/AAAAAAAAAag/R1KB-mvwltU/s320/seespy2.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This one has some sports-themed buttons that I found at a local craft store. &amp;nbsp;I added some old charms from broken jewelry, pebbles, buttons, shells, etc..... &amp;nbsp;Be sure to glue the lids on or screw them down very, very, very tightly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184004002001857214-777425102628306512?l=themusereport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/feeds/777425102628306512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/12/crafting-with-kiddos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/777425102628306512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/777425102628306512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/12/crafting-with-kiddos.html' title='Crafting with the kiddos'/><author><name>Writerswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17205459360478674095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S4hq-2BjZTI/AAAAAAAAARM/TXKrOY9_Pg4/S220/IMG_1446_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VhYUK8s4Drs/Tu4DIvr-vTI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/vGtJ1Wa1HDo/s72-c/photo+%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184004002001857214.post-5786148196910871698</id><published>2011-09-25T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T06:06:43.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pancake Sunday - Whole Wheat Edition</title><content type='html'>Today I substituted some whole wheat flour in for all purpose flour (afp).&amp;nbsp; I had to cook them over lower heat, but they turned out pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole Wheat Pancakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;1 c. AFP&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. whole wheat flour&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp.&amp;nbsp; baking powder&lt;br /&gt;pinch salt&lt;br /&gt;3 tbsp. sugar&lt;br /&gt;generous dash cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wet ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;3 tbsp. vegetable oil or melted butter&lt;br /&gt;1-2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1-2 c. milk (depending on your preferred consistency)&lt;br /&gt;vanilla to taste &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add the wet to the dry and mix.&amp;nbsp; Cook on hot skillet over medium heat until tops are bubbly.&amp;nbsp; Flip.&amp;nbsp; I added some vinegar to the milk to sour it.&amp;nbsp; I poured scant 1/3 cup fulls of this onto a skillet and cooked.&amp;nbsp; We had about a dozen pancakes from one batch.&amp;nbsp; Next time, I plan to use some molasses or honey instead of sugar.&amp;nbsp; I might add some nutmeg or use pumpkin pie spice instead.&amp;nbsp; I LOVE fall flavors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184004002001857214-5786148196910871698?l=themusereport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/feeds/5786148196910871698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/09/pancake-sunday-whole-wheat-edition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/5786148196910871698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/5786148196910871698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/09/pancake-sunday-whole-wheat-edition.html' title='Pancake Sunday - Whole Wheat Edition'/><author><name>Writerswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17205459360478674095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S4hq-2BjZTI/AAAAAAAAARM/TXKrOY9_Pg4/S220/IMG_1446_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184004002001857214.post-1780589059127162605</id><published>2011-08-17T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T14:17:52.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two. Is. Awesome. Today.</title><content type='html'>Today two years old is pretty cool around here.&amp;nbsp; Started off with a quick trip to the doctor to check on Thalia's arm.&amp;nbsp; It seems that she dislocated that ligament or muscle on the elbow joint.&amp;nbsp; She likes to flop when you hold her hand.&amp;nbsp; She throws in a twist for good, painful measure.&amp;nbsp; Thalia was fantastic for the doctor.&amp;nbsp; She sat nicely and ate her fruit snacks.&amp;nbsp; She played with her bunny and talked to the doctor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calliope was a bit jealous of all the attention Thalia is getting.&amp;nbsp; She decided to wear underpants all day!&amp;nbsp; We've been dry all day!&amp;nbsp; There was some poop, but it wasn't too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of a two+ hour nap, they watched Winnie the Pooh together.&amp;nbsp; They sat and watched a whole movie.&amp;nbsp; That is a first!&amp;nbsp; I was able to wash a sink full of dishes without stopping.&amp;nbsp; It was so nice. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The IMAGINATION has been wonderful!!!&amp;nbsp; There is a lion living in the basement.&amp;nbsp; They throw him food over the baby gate.&amp;nbsp; The dog's leash is a seat belt that Calli hooks on her sister's shoulder.&amp;nbsp; Thalia crosses her arms and tells me "You good girl." Calli helped me mix up a cake.&amp;nbsp; She has been baking cakes in the bookshelves all day.&amp;nbsp; Thalia is is Jack Black dancing it around the house singing "What's up?"&amp;nbsp; The girl is going to be a rock star.&amp;nbsp; They are playing together very nicely and cracking up.&amp;nbsp; It is just the greatest day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQgc8Y9DzI8/Tkwv7sWZOGI/AAAAAAAAAaI/kwAcoWnPwCo/s1600/IMG_0981.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQgc8Y9DzI8/Tkwv7sWZOGI/AAAAAAAAAaI/kwAcoWnPwCo/s320/IMG_0981.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184004002001857214-1780589059127162605?l=themusereport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/feeds/1780589059127162605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/08/two-is-awesome-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/1780589059127162605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/1780589059127162605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/08/two-is-awesome-today.html' title='Two. Is. Awesome. Today.'/><author><name>Writerswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17205459360478674095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S4hq-2BjZTI/AAAAAAAAARM/TXKrOY9_Pg4/S220/IMG_1446_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQgc8Y9DzI8/Tkwv7sWZOGI/AAAAAAAAAaI/kwAcoWnPwCo/s72-c/IMG_0981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184004002001857214.post-6334472534599682120</id><published>2011-08-14T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T07:09:51.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Windup</title><content type='html'>I always start the summer with all these plans and goals.&amp;nbsp; I don't usually reach them. This year I put together a little tin with ideas to beat boredom with two toddlers.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure where that tin is right now.&amp;nbsp; I haven't touched other than to move it once or twice.&amp;nbsp; We did do some of the things: play with dried beans, paper plate maracas, play with balloons, fingerpaint, peanut butter play dough, regular play dough, painting, go to parks, and bubbles.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get more active, but I also cooked more.&amp;nbsp; So, I'm back up a bit weight-wise.&amp;nbsp; Sigh.&amp;nbsp; Fenrir and I are taking more walks.&amp;nbsp; He makes me feel guilty if I don't.&amp;nbsp; We joined the pool and went a lot during the really hot days.&amp;nbsp; The girls learned to climb more on the playground.&amp;nbsp; It makes me really proud and really scared to see them bravely explore their world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I really got from this summer was that we did things together.&amp;nbsp; The girls and I went to visit family and parks, we played in town, we swam, and we cooked.&amp;nbsp; We did a lot together and the housework and chores will be waiting as always.&amp;nbsp; I don't feel like I wasted it away like some summers in the past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184004002001857214-6334472534599682120?l=themusereport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/feeds/6334472534599682120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-windup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/6334472534599682120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/6334472534599682120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-windup.html' title='Summer Windup'/><author><name>Writerswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17205459360478674095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S4hq-2BjZTI/AAAAAAAAARM/TXKrOY9_Pg4/S220/IMG_1446_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184004002001857214.post-55199788064558546</id><published>2011-08-14T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T06:56:35.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pancake Sunday - Apple Edition</title><content type='html'>It's Sunday and that means pancakes at our house.&amp;nbsp; I love pancakes.&amp;nbsp; Easy to make and fun to play with.&amp;nbsp; Today I didn't have any milk, but I did have apple juice.&amp;nbsp; So, I experimented.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apple Yogurt Pancakes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dry ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;1.5 cups flour&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp baking powder&lt;br /&gt;salt to taste&lt;br /&gt;healthy dose of cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wet ingredients: &lt;br /&gt;1/3 c. vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;1 cup applesauce (this is a guess because we had the little cups - I used two)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup yogurt &lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;splash vanilla&lt;br /&gt;apple juice (until the texture is right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix wet ingredients into dry.&amp;nbsp; The cooking temp/time was a bit of a challenge.&amp;nbsp; These burned a bit while cooking.&amp;nbsp; I turned the heat just below medium and they still burned a bit. I think maybe I need to make tiny pancakes instead of the medium sized ones I like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184004002001857214-55199788064558546?l=themusereport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/feeds/55199788064558546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/08/pancake-sunday-apple-edition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/55199788064558546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/55199788064558546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/08/pancake-sunday-apple-edition.html' title='Pancake Sunday - Apple Edition'/><author><name>Writerswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17205459360478674095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S4hq-2BjZTI/AAAAAAAAARM/TXKrOY9_Pg4/S220/IMG_1446_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184004002001857214.post-2416508896354487216</id><published>2011-07-31T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T06:31:06.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pancake Sunday - Banana Yogurt Edition</title><content type='html'>A while ago I started making pancakes for Toby and I (me?) on Sundays.&amp;nbsp; It's a favorite thing of mine.&amp;nbsp; It kind of fizzled out a bit now that the girls are in to everything.&amp;nbsp; Today I'm bringing pancakes back (sing that a la Justin Timberlake).&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Via &lt;a href="http://www.weelicious.com/"&gt;Weelicious&lt;/a&gt;, I was reminded how versatile pancakes are.&amp;nbsp; She has so many variations.&amp;nbsp; I grabbed our trusty copy of Joy of Cooking and got moving.&amp;nbsp; The additions really worked nicely.&amp;nbsp; I hope you've made pancakes before.&amp;nbsp; It's helpful to know how you like your batter.&amp;nbsp; My mom always like batters really thin for pancakes.&amp;nbsp; I like them a bit thicker, but not as thick as some recipes call for.&amp;nbsp; That's why there's no real measurement for the milk here.&amp;nbsp; You add enough to get the consistency that you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a large bowl, mix dry ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 c flour&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 tablespoons sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp double-acting baking powder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a separate container combine:&lt;br /&gt;2 large eggs (beaten)&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup plain non fat yogurt&lt;br /&gt;a splash of milk&lt;br /&gt;splash of vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;dash of cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add the wet ingredients to the dry and add milk a splash at a time until you get the right consistency.&amp;nbsp; Mash up some bananas and stir that into the mix.&amp;nbsp; I ended up using three smallish bananas.&amp;nbsp; I'm very exacting about this recipe, no?&amp;nbsp; I think I will add some walnuts next time.&amp;nbsp; These turned out really moist.&amp;nbsp; I cooked them in a non-stick skillet over medium heat.&amp;nbsp; Really, the dial was set just lower than medium.&amp;nbsp; I have a tendency to rush things and burn the pancakes.&amp;nbsp; While they cooked I did the dishes and tidied the kitchen.&amp;nbsp; I also chased two toddlers around.&amp;nbsp; Calliope insists that she has a bee in her ear today.&amp;nbsp; Swim ear?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were the girls doing while I cooked?&amp;nbsp; They watched some Dora and ate cookies.&amp;nbsp; I don't do it often, but sometimes I honor Grandma P's memory and give the girls cookies for breakfast.&amp;nbsp; Ok, I give them oatmeal cookies for breakfast a lot.&amp;nbsp; It's no worse than the sugar cereals and donuts available.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mtHrlg2Ho2c/TjVYGfzQ5FI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iF65wKARG0g/s1600/IMG_1026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mtHrlg2Ho2c/TjVYGfzQ5FI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iF65wKARG0g/s320/IMG_1026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yes, they are on the counter.&amp;nbsp; That's how I get some cooking done.&amp;nbsp; They will sit and watch for ages on the counter.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YKoINL-aKT4/TjVYVpHH-vI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/DYPj6APL4nE/s1600/IMG_1027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YKoINL-aKT4/TjVYVpHH-vI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/DYPj6APL4nE/s320/IMG_1027.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yum!&amp;nbsp; Pancakes fresh off the skillet...well, after a few minutes.&amp;nbsp; I never know how many a recipe will make because we eat them as they are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'd love to know if you try these and if they work out for you.&amp;nbsp; Happy Pancake Sunday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184004002001857214-2416508896354487216?l=themusereport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/feeds/2416508896354487216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/07/pancake-sunday-banana-yogurt-edition.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/2416508896354487216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/2416508896354487216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/07/pancake-sunday-banana-yogurt-edition.html' title='Pancake Sunday - Banana Yogurt Edition'/><author><name>Writerswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17205459360478674095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S4hq-2BjZTI/AAAAAAAAARM/TXKrOY9_Pg4/S220/IMG_1446_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mtHrlg2Ho2c/TjVYGfzQ5FI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iF65wKARG0g/s72-c/IMG_1026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184004002001857214.post-6986255915366795608</id><published>2011-07-27T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T19:00:22.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Calliope</title><content type='html'>This is Calliope.&amp;nbsp; We call her Calli.&amp;nbsp; She'll tell you she's Calli.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes she'll joke around, but she always lets you know in the end.&amp;nbsp; It's easy to tell because usually she says, "I Mommy" or "I Nana" if she's joking.&amp;nbsp; Thalia is a little tricksy on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QMkbmup3MzI/TjDAclFMuVI/AAAAAAAAAZg/tX840cTU9xM/s1600/IMG_2719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QMkbmup3MzI/TjDAclFMuVI/AAAAAAAAAZg/tX840cTU9xM/s320/IMG_2719.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calli is a goofball.&amp;nbsp; She is silly and crazy and just a little chimpanzee.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She is very sad that these glasses don't fit anymore - not even when they're upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SiUDcb5wRUg/TjDAspk9IBI/AAAAAAAAAZk/M83TdGZVHNA/s1600/IMG_0695.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SiUDcb5wRUg/TjDAspk9IBI/AAAAAAAAAZk/M83TdGZVHNA/s320/IMG_0695.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calli can be ornery.&amp;nbsp; Really, really ornery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gDF19ejk2tA/TjDChk2eljI/AAAAAAAAAZw/r3_gPDMA1qI/s1600/IMG_0238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gDF19ejk2tA/TjDChk2eljI/AAAAAAAAAZw/r3_gPDMA1qI/s320/IMG_0238.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calli might be stubborn, but she's is also a sensitive and sweet little girl.&amp;nbsp; She loves hugs.&amp;nbsp; She loves her sister.&amp;nbsp; She is always there to kiss Thalia's boo-boos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xAGO664chag/TjDCGLazb4I/AAAAAAAAAZs/ZskmxZTHyX8/s1600/IMG_2722.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xAGO664chag/TjDCGLazb4I/AAAAAAAAAZs/ZskmxZTHyX8/s320/IMG_2722.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184004002001857214-6986255915366795608?l=themusereport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/feeds/6986255915366795608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/07/meet-calliope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/6986255915366795608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/6986255915366795608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/07/meet-calliope.html' title='Meet Calliope'/><author><name>Writerswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17205459360478674095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S4hq-2BjZTI/AAAAAAAAARM/TXKrOY9_Pg4/S220/IMG_1446_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QMkbmup3MzI/TjDAclFMuVI/AAAAAAAAAZg/tX840cTU9xM/s72-c/IMG_2719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184004002001857214.post-2025181563447700636</id><published>2011-07-27T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T18:46:21.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Thalia</title><content type='html'>Thalia introduces herself to everybody now.&amp;nbsp; I think it may be a response to people asking "Which one is this?"&amp;nbsp; Really, people? Which "one"?&amp;nbsp; They're little people.&amp;nbsp; They know their names.&amp;nbsp; Just ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my sweet Thalia.&amp;nbsp; She's a thinker.&amp;nbsp; You can see it happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h2zB3dwTHTg/TjC9fNCOsgI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LP9sNLfev7A/s1600/IMG_2735.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h2zB3dwTHTg/TjC9fNCOsgI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LP9sNLfev7A/s320/IMG_2735.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's curious and all about exploring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DWKMbklRyQI/TjC95PdvhrI/AAAAAAAAAZU/9364_Eboyio/s1600/IMG_2726.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DWKMbklRyQI/TjC95PdvhrI/AAAAAAAAAZU/9364_Eboyio/s320/IMG_2726.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She loves her "rabbit bunny".&amp;nbsp; She hugged that bunny like a long lost friend the very first time Aunt Angie gave it to her.&amp;nbsp; She's very, very talkative.&amp;nbsp; She likes to make up songs.&amp;nbsp; When Thalia dances, her hips shake like a little hula girl.&amp;nbsp; She introduces Calli like this: "This my sister friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mRSWTt_sh9g/TjC-sMhFEZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/gNyHWiSZB8E/s1600/IMG_0753.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mRSWTt_sh9g/TjC-sMhFEZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/gNyHWiSZB8E/s320/IMG_0753.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love her to bits and pieces.&amp;nbsp; She is so special in all her Thalia ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G5yw2BLfw_0/TjC_YwiX_HI/AAAAAAAAAZc/p6muuiZ9HcI/s1600/IMG_0679.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G5yw2BLfw_0/TjC_YwiX_HI/AAAAAAAAAZc/p6muuiZ9HcI/s320/IMG_0679.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184004002001857214-2025181563447700636?l=themusereport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/feeds/2025181563447700636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/07/meet-thalia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/2025181563447700636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/2025181563447700636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/07/meet-thalia.html' title='Meet Thalia'/><author><name>Writerswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17205459360478674095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S4hq-2BjZTI/AAAAAAAAARM/TXKrOY9_Pg4/S220/IMG_1446_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h2zB3dwTHTg/TjC9fNCOsgI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/LP9sNLfev7A/s72-c/IMG_2735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184004002001857214.post-2761038727673300042</id><published>2011-06-18T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T17:46:46.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Saturday</title><content type='html'>It has been one busy day!&amp;nbsp; The girls and I had a nice quiet breakfast.&amp;nbsp; Then they played with the paper plate masks I made.&amp;nbsp; Nothing fancy at all, just some faces on plates.&amp;nbsp; Toby got this picture while the girls "arred" like pirates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9DcPMS4fnks/Tf1GnpBj4SI/AAAAAAAAAZM/TdUlCBx2rC0/s1600/arr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9DcPMS4fnks/Tf1GnpBj4SI/AAAAAAAAAZM/TdUlCBx2rC0/s320/arr.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we wrangled two frustrating two year olds into their clothes and the stroller.&amp;nbsp; We walked up town to the farmers' market.&amp;nbsp; Toby hit the baked goods as always and I found some mint.&amp;nbsp; I also got a free bar of soap because my name was the name of the day.&amp;nbsp; Surprise!&amp;nbsp; It's a lovely handmade soap and is scented with barberry spice.&amp;nbsp; The girls munched on blueberry muffins while we walked to the grocery store for the veggies we didn't find at the market.&amp;nbsp; It's too early yet, I guess.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After unloading the stroller, we had lunch - complete with time out for Thalia.&amp;nbsp; She really likes to throw her food around.&amp;nbsp; Then a lovely, long naptime.&amp;nbsp; Snack and Caillou led into going to Nana's.&amp;nbsp; Nana was gracious enough to watch the girls so that we could have a date night.&amp;nbsp; That turned into a "let's redo the front flower bed" night.&amp;nbsp; As an added bonus, Nana cut the girls' bangs tonight!&amp;nbsp; WE ADORE NANA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-avMj8nSr7aU/Tf1E3mU4geI/AAAAAAAAAZE/x7l9JSuCPlk/s1600/IMG_0845.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-avMj8nSr7aU/Tf1E3mU4geI/AAAAAAAAAZE/x7l9JSuCPlk/s320/IMG_0845.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is now this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hen2I3zQcHU/Tf1FOGXvwHI/AAAAAAAAAZI/-Oh3CasG4ac/s1600/front+walk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hen2I3zQcHU/Tf1FOGXvwHI/AAAAAAAAAZI/-Oh3CasG4ac/s320/front+walk.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to dig out the dead weeds between the flagstones.&amp;nbsp; That is one disgustingly slow task.&amp;nbsp; I should be able to get it done in a few nights, though.&amp;nbsp; I really only get to work out front when the girls are in bed or at the sitter's.&amp;nbsp; We have a busy street running out front.&amp;nbsp; I can't watch the girls and get anything done.&amp;nbsp; Fenrir has been my yardwork buddy.&amp;nbsp; He's getting better about not freaking out when people go by.&amp;nbsp; For an 80+ pound lab/husky mix, he is one big weenie.&amp;nbsp; That's about all for now.&amp;nbsp; I hope that some of that gardening makes up for the muffins and raspberry bread we had today.&amp;nbsp; YUM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184004002001857214-2761038727673300042?l=themusereport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/feeds/2761038727673300042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/06/super-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/2761038727673300042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/2761038727673300042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/06/super-saturday.html' title='Super Saturday'/><author><name>Writerswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17205459360478674095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S4hq-2BjZTI/AAAAAAAAARM/TXKrOY9_Pg4/S220/IMG_1446_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9DcPMS4fnks/Tf1GnpBj4SI/AAAAAAAAAZM/TdUlCBx2rC0/s72-c/arr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184004002001857214.post-182056718711526982</id><published>2011-06-17T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T06:21:18.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><title type='text'>Painting with Toddlers</title><content type='html'>At the beginning of the summer I stocked up on art supplies and simple things to keep us busy.&amp;nbsp; I bought a set of Crayola paints (washable, of course) and the girls mostly demolished that today.&amp;nbsp; So, how do you paint with two year old twins?&amp;nbsp; This is what we did and what I would do differently next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, think mess.&amp;nbsp; Two year olds are all about exploring everything: color, texture, taste, etc....&amp;nbsp; I covered the table with a piece of cheap plastic drop cloth.&amp;nbsp; My mom had a vinyl table cloth that worked great.&amp;nbsp; A friend of ours went to the fabric store and bought some clear vinyl to cover her pretty table cloths.&amp;nbsp; I thought that was a great idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Table covered, check!&amp;nbsp; One color paint pot open, check!&amp;nbsp; Paint brushes, check!&amp;nbsp; Bed-headed toddlers, check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RCNmx0DhoiU/TftSj_eKQII/AAAAAAAAAY8/P8X_gqzVFaI/s1600/IMG_0846.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RCNmx0DhoiU/TftSj_eKQII/AAAAAAAAAY8/P8X_gqzVFaI/s320/IMG_0846.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;This is how we started out.&amp;nbsp; One color.&amp;nbsp; Nice.&amp;nbsp; Neat-ish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Wu2LqcJHtg/TftS7Q481II/AAAAAAAAAZA/ogILca7JV6I/s1600/IMG_0854.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Wu2LqcJHtg/TftS7Q481II/AAAAAAAAAZA/ogILca7JV6I/s320/IMG_0854.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;This is where we ended up.&amp;nbsp; Not too bad, but there are two t-shirts soaking in dishwater.&amp;nbsp; Dishwater is a miracle cleaner.&amp;nbsp; I learned that from some awesome parent friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;Now, what I plan to do next time:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Save the empty paint pots&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Refill empty paints with homemade cheap paint (water, corn starch, food coloring, and liquid soap)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Could put paper inside a cookie tray to contain the mess (don't remember where I read this, but I've read it on a few mommy blogs)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy some t-shirts at thrift shop for artsy activities&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Set them up at the table and let them go! I could have gotten some work done nearby because they were so into the painting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thought about a paper plate "palette" instead so that I don't have to open/close colors for the girls.&amp;nbsp; Read several places that you can recycle bottle caps into a palette by gluing them onto a paper plate or cheap plastic plate.&amp;nbsp; I think I'll just put some blobs of paint onto a paper plate and let them go.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sponge-painting!&amp;nbsp; Probably way easier for them to manipulate than the paint brushes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Overall, it was a good way to kill an hour and the girls had lots of fun talking about colors.&amp;nbsp; They were very impressed with the water changing colors. &amp;nbsp; It's now 9:20 and we have a long way to go until naptime.&amp;nbsp; Next up:&amp;nbsp; bike ride around town, park and playground, haircuts?, lunch!&amp;nbsp; Then it's sweet, sweet naptime.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184004002001857214-182056718711526982?l=themusereport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/feeds/182056718711526982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/06/painting-with-toddlers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/182056718711526982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/182056718711526982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/06/painting-with-toddlers.html' title='Painting with Toddlers'/><author><name>Writerswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17205459360478674095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S4hq-2BjZTI/AAAAAAAAARM/TXKrOY9_Pg4/S220/IMG_1446_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RCNmx0DhoiU/TftSj_eKQII/AAAAAAAAAY8/P8X_gqzVFaI/s72-c/IMG_0846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184004002001857214.post-7624980561239119820</id><published>2011-06-16T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T06:41:43.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip to Grandpop's House</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we went to see my dad.&amp;nbsp; It's a shame that it was so chilly outside.&amp;nbsp; The girls still had a blast running around in his big yard.&amp;nbsp; They ran out to the old chicken coop&amp;nbsp; to explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rZLTWjRCy4Q/TfoGXENwyQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/15RwJWKWwqc/s1600/IMG_0827.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rZLTWjRCy4Q/TfoGXENwyQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/15RwJWKWwqc/s320/IMG_0827.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they hold hands, but it's more of a game than an affectionate gesture at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TwxlRfMaz0U/TfoGcaj16EI/AAAAAAAAAY0/oV_2Kyg12W8/s1600/IMG_0829.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TwxlRfMaz0U/TfoGcaj16EI/AAAAAAAAAY0/oV_2Kyg12W8/s320/IMG_0829.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got to take a ride in Grandpop's lawnmower cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dzfcjBDzVD4/TfoGj1YZRKI/AAAAAAAAAY4/TyJ2vRZ5gBo/s1600/IMG_0835.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dzfcjBDzVD4/TfoGj1YZRKI/AAAAAAAAAY4/TyJ2vRZ5gBo/s320/IMG_0835.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to see the neighbor's steer.&amp;nbsp; The girls happily cried, "cows!" and were really interested when Grandpop held out his hand and the cows licked his gloves.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't get a good picture in the barn since it was really dim.&amp;nbsp; It was great to see the girls exploring the way I remember exploring.&amp;nbsp; It used to seem like everything was so big when we went to visit my grandparents at "the farm".&amp;nbsp; We went to lunch with Grandpop and picked out some flowers at a greenhouse.&amp;nbsp; Overall things went well, but they are two and there were some whiny times at McD's.&amp;nbsp; The girls settled in for a nap while Dad and I drove around.&amp;nbsp; After dropping him off, we had the whiniest car ride home evar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184004002001857214-7624980561239119820?l=themusereport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/feeds/7624980561239119820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/06/trip-to-grandpops-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/7624980561239119820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/7624980561239119820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/06/trip-to-grandpops-house.html' title='A Trip to Grandpop&apos;s House'/><author><name>Writerswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17205459360478674095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S4hq-2BjZTI/AAAAAAAAARM/TXKrOY9_Pg4/S220/IMG_1446_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rZLTWjRCy4Q/TfoGXENwyQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/15RwJWKWwqc/s72-c/IMG_0827.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184004002001857214.post-5224628413777317629</id><published>2011-06-13T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T09:00:21.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not a SAHM</title><content type='html'>I respect SAHM's a lot, but I just can't be one.&amp;nbsp; It will make me crazy and the kids will be miserable.&amp;nbsp; I'm feeling a bit guilty about being so delighted to drop the girls off at the sitter.&amp;nbsp; However, I have gotten things done today and I still have time and patience for more.&amp;nbsp; The bushes in the front beds have been pruned, clippings raked, weeds sprayed with poison, potted plants moved to their new locations, dressers cleaned out, lunch made, and I'm still going.&amp;nbsp; It's so much easier when I don't have to referee two little ones.&amp;nbsp; Again, I feel a bit bad for not being the supermom who can handle it all and whip up a beautiful cake, but not too bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184004002001857214-5224628413777317629?l=themusereport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/feeds/5224628413777317629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-am-not-sahm.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/5224628413777317629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/5224628413777317629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-am-not-sahm.html' title='I am not a SAHM'/><author><name>Writerswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17205459360478674095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S4hq-2BjZTI/AAAAAAAAARM/TXKrOY9_Pg4/S220/IMG_1446_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184004002001857214.post-28185097519369278</id><published>2011-06-10T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T06:05:11.942-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainy day activities'/><title type='text'>Rain day fun!</title><content type='html'>The plan was to go to the store today.&amp;nbsp; The plan was to buy floaties and then go to the pool today.&amp;nbsp; The plan has been thrown out the window because it is stormy here.&amp;nbsp; So, it's time to play indoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made paper plate maracas.&amp;nbsp; The girls had no idea that's what we were doing.&amp;nbsp; I gave them plates to color on and then let them put in a few handfuls of dried beans.&amp;nbsp; The beans were such a hit that we're still playing with them now.&amp;nbsp; I had some really, really old bags of dried beans...some of which are discolored and I doubt they'd taste good.&amp;nbsp; I poured these into pie plates and the girls are playing on the kitchen floor.&amp;nbsp; They have a dump truck and scoop.&amp;nbsp; They each have measuring spoons and cups. Calli has been filling the back of the dump truck very deliberately for a while: measuring spoon to cup and then cup to truck.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-97-HSBNTBxE/TfIWPT50qbI/AAAAAAAAAYo/two6RQYNgOQ/s1600/IMG_0802.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-97-HSBNTBxE/TfIWPT50qbI/AAAAAAAAAYo/two6RQYNgOQ/s320/IMG_0802.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Calli and the dump truck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I like watching them studiously scoop and pour things from one container to another.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vLWVpd9ZQkc/TfIV-YKz_bI/AAAAAAAAAYk/wlXB92y7gbY/s1600/IMG_0804.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vLWVpd9ZQkc/TfIV-YKz_bI/AAAAAAAAAYk/wlXB92y7gbY/s320/IMG_0804.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Thalia and the scoop truck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184004002001857214-28185097519369278?l=themusereport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/feeds/28185097519369278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/06/rain-day-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/28185097519369278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/28185097519369278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/06/rain-day-fun.html' title='Rain day fun!'/><author><name>Writerswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17205459360478674095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S4hq-2BjZTI/AAAAAAAAARM/TXKrOY9_Pg4/S220/IMG_1446_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-97-HSBNTBxE/TfIWPT50qbI/AAAAAAAAAYo/two6RQYNgOQ/s72-c/IMG_0802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184004002001857214.post-2920550017658857379</id><published>2011-06-07T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T09:23:53.271-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zucchini recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><title type='text'>First real day of summer!</title><content type='html'>Teachers love summer vacation as much as the students do.&amp;nbsp; Think about it, we cram all of our work into nine months.&amp;nbsp; Contrary to popular belief, I am not paid to do nothing in the summer.&amp;nbsp; My salary is simply divided over 12 months instead of 9.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I am planning to enjoy this summer to the fullest.&amp;nbsp; Today we had a nice family breakfast and then went to the park.&amp;nbsp; To keep you from thinking that we have some idyllic life, the girls we a handful to wrangle into clothes and shoes.&amp;nbsp; There was a time out for hitting and a lot of whining and "No!"&amp;nbsp; The girls had a good time climbing on the playground and then we biked home.&amp;nbsp; They voluntarily put themselves down for a nap (yay toddler beds!) and now I'm working on lunch.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If last summer is any indication, we'll have roughly this routine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6:30) wake up sometime around this&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; eat breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; go to park or for long walk in stroller&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; play, play, play!&lt;br /&gt;(10-1) nap (shower and nap for me, too!)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; lunch&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; play, play, play&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; tv/quiet time&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; dinner&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; bath&lt;br /&gt;(6:30-7)bedtime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having &lt;a href="http://weelicious.com/2010/06/15/baked-zucchini-coins/"&gt;these baked zucchini coins.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; They smell awesome, but I'm not sure how crunchy they will be.&amp;nbsp; Probably will have some canned spaghetti sauce for dipping and will add a fruit, too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a load of towels in the wash and I'll fold some laundry while the girls play later this afternoon.&amp;nbsp; So far, I'm keeping busy, but it's just been one day.&amp;nbsp; I hope I can keep this pace up.&amp;nbsp; I'd like to be more active and lose this last 15 lbs...or at least redistribute it a bit.&amp;nbsp; Time to get lunch finished up...I hear the girls stirring a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184004002001857214-2920550017658857379?l=themusereport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/feeds/2920550017658857379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-real-day-of-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/2920550017658857379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/2920550017658857379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-real-day-of-summer.html' title='First real day of summer!'/><author><name>Writerswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17205459360478674095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S4hq-2BjZTI/AAAAAAAAARM/TXKrOY9_Pg4/S220/IMG_1446_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184004002001857214.post-7673364060778746777</id><published>2011-06-06T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T12:12:53.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='herbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='container garden'/><title type='text'>So not Martha Stewart</title><content type='html'>I used to love watching her.&amp;nbsp; She was the goddess of all things crafty.&amp;nbsp; Then, I grew up and realized that I'm not a full time homemaker and I don't have a full staff at my disposal.&amp;nbsp; So, I muddle along the best I can.&amp;nbsp; I really enjoy reading &lt;a href="http://www.thepioneerwoman.com/"&gt;Ree Drumond's blog&lt;/a&gt;, but again, I'm not a full time homemaker with a handy man at my disposal.&amp;nbsp; My husband is great, but he grew up on a boat, not in a house.&amp;nbsp; Also, he has no desire to work in the yard/garden.&amp;nbsp; I won't force that on him, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I potted a bunch of plants.&amp;nbsp; I like the idea of container gardening.&amp;nbsp; It's not permanent, you can prevent weeds much easier.&amp;nbsp; You can start very small and grow.&amp;nbsp; So, I have flowers and herbs in small pots.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rtS94RHXbiU/Te0mSjXZV4I/AAAAAAAAAYc/DssdHox282I/s1600/IMG_0790.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rtS94RHXbiU/Te0mSjXZV4I/AAAAAAAAAYc/DssdHox282I/s320/IMG_0790.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I bought some big plastic tubs at WalMart and punched holes in the bottoms.&amp;nbsp; Nothing fancy.&amp;nbsp; I just grabbed a screwdriver and made holes.&amp;nbsp; Lots of them all over the bottoms of the pots.&amp;nbsp; I am seeing how old plastic pots work as drainage.&amp;nbsp; You know the cheap plastic that the flowers come in?&amp;nbsp; I used to save those in the garage thinking that some day I would start seeds in them. Not so much.&amp;nbsp; I mostly just stacked them.&amp;nbsp; Today I threw a ton of them into the big blue tubs.&amp;nbsp; I put the empty tubs on top of some leftover flagstones, filled with dirt, and added plants.&amp;nbsp; I'm curious to see how they grow.&amp;nbsp; I have a beefsteak tomato, a grape tomato, a yellow pear tomato, eggplant, and golden pepper planted.&amp;nbsp; I'm hoping that it isn't too much for the tubs.&amp;nbsp; They are really big, but it could be too much.&amp;nbsp; I also hope that they get enough sun next to the garage.&amp;nbsp; If not, we'll be moving them...all 120 pounds of dirt and plastic.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UHOEyOhNKz0/Te0mbCo-qLI/AAAAAAAAAYg/oztrDft-YRk/s1600/IMG_0791.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UHOEyOhNKz0/Te0mbCo-qLI/AAAAAAAAAYg/oztrDft-YRk/s320/IMG_0791.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm curious to see what will happen.&amp;nbsp; I'm also pretty sure the girls will adore watering the plants and watching things grow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184004002001857214-7673364060778746777?l=themusereport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/feeds/7673364060778746777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-not-martha-stewart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/7673364060778746777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/7673364060778746777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-not-martha-stewart.html' title='So not Martha Stewart'/><author><name>Writerswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17205459360478674095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S4hq-2BjZTI/AAAAAAAAARM/TXKrOY9_Pg4/S220/IMG_1446_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rtS94RHXbiU/Te0mSjXZV4I/AAAAAAAAAYc/DssdHox282I/s72-c/IMG_0790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184004002001857214.post-7591663600825166253</id><published>2011-06-04T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T13:53:44.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='messes'/><title type='text'>Summer 2011</title><content type='html'>I am determined that this summer will rock.&amp;nbsp; The other day I brainstormed things I could do with the girls when they got bored with playing with toys.&amp;nbsp; If I don't watch them, the war of the wonder twins breaks out.&amp;nbsp; It's usually caused by boredom, frustration, need for a nap, or hunger.&amp;nbsp; I wrote lots of little activities on slips of paper and tucked them into a tin (leftover from candy somebody gave me once...there was no more candy and I was a bit sad).&amp;nbsp; Some of the things in the tin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;balloons - I used to play for a long time with a plain balloon.&amp;nbsp; Good for a rainy day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;paper plate maracas - Coloring and music!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;paper plate masks - No need for tons of supplies for these.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finger painting - Read a suggestion that you put a bit of paint on a paper plate to keep things tidier.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shape walk - The girls know their shapes and we can look for things in those shapes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cloud watching&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tp tube kazoos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;table fort&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;peanut butter play dough&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;play with bread dough and bake it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stamps on paper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;potato stamps&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bucket with soapy water - they're two, anything is fun!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;obstacle course with household objects&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;baby doll bathtime outside&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;face painting - fun to do and fun to wash off&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;visit nursing home down the street - pass out flowers or stickers to residents&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make a book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make hand prints on cardstock - which I can turn into thank you notes later.&amp;nbsp; Must remember to give each child a different color or write names and ages on the page.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make ice cream in coffee cans or zipper bags&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; go for a walk in the rain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Today I started out by making the finger paint.&amp;nbsp; The girls are with their Nana and my gardening projects were not going super.&amp;nbsp; I used this recipe:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://sheisdallas.com/fun-in-the-tub-with-bathtub-paint/"&gt;Bath Tub Soap&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon many reviews of other recipes, I used tear free baby soap.&amp;nbsp; I screwed up and added water to the corn starch/soap mixture when it looked too thick.&amp;nbsp; I have a recycled pickle jar half full of this mixture in the fridge.&amp;nbsp; So, oops, but score!&amp;nbsp; If the kids like it, there's extra left.&amp;nbsp; I am hoping that it would make a neat gift.&amp;nbsp; I just want to make sure that it comes clean before I give it away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine came out a bit lumpy, but the two year olds shouldn't mind.&amp;nbsp; Life is about messes and textures for them right now.&amp;nbsp; Here's a pic of the containers I have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OT4zVUmwc7s/Teqaa6cSLLI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4JooRikKn78/s1600/IMG_0781.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OT4zVUmwc7s/Teqaa6cSLLI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4JooRikKn78/s320/IMG_0781.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I can't wait to get the kids all grubby so that they can play with this in the tub.&amp;nbsp; It should be a good bath tub and finger paint base.&amp;nbsp; I read a suggestion that you let the kids paint on an old sheet hung up outside.&amp;nbsp; I might try that to see if the colors wash out.&amp;nbsp; I will post more as we try the different activities throughout the summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184004002001857214-7591663600825166253?l=themusereport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/feeds/7591663600825166253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/7591663600825166253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/7591663600825166253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-2011.html' title='Summer 2011'/><author><name>Writerswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17205459360478674095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S4hq-2BjZTI/AAAAAAAAARM/TXKrOY9_Pg4/S220/IMG_1446_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OT4zVUmwc7s/Teqaa6cSLLI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4JooRikKn78/s72-c/IMG_0781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184004002001857214.post-4549222794045585691</id><published>2011-05-07T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T18:01:39.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Mommy Things</title><content type='html'>I've been looking back through photos and thinking a lot about my favorite mommy moments of the year.&amp;nbsp; Here are some of the highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ym7EyoO3kTk/TcXfunJQXFI/AAAAAAAAAX0/F0E1XPrr770/s1600/IMG_2250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ym7EyoO3kTk/TcXfunJQXFI/AAAAAAAAAX0/F0E1XPrr770/s320/IMG_2250.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First ice cream cones.&amp;nbsp; They now get excited and ask for "cream cream".&amp;nbsp; Looks like they got my sweet tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LQj1y-K2ztE/TcXiqUTxfGI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ZD84kNmme0I/s1600/IMG_0077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LQj1y-K2ztE/TcXiqUTxfGI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ZD84kNmme0I/s320/IMG_0077.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hanging out with Grandpop on a nice Saturday.&amp;nbsp; Below is the hearth at Grandpop's house.&amp;nbsp; They really liked sitting there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2EvsIMtCKNs/TcXjBffnHTI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ack9pe7rjdU/s1600/IMG_0216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2EvsIMtCKNs/TcXjBffnHTI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ack9pe7rjdU/s320/IMG_0216.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;A two year twin chair pic!&amp;nbsp; Thalia is on the left and Calliope is on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Exxg8NVgVN0/TcXmXmlkk7I/AAAAAAAAAYU/wjgKqRTga-A/s1600/IMG_0483.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Exxg8NVgVN0/TcXmXmlkk7I/AAAAAAAAAYU/wjgKqRTga-A/s320/IMG_0483.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;And one of my favorite things ... learning to blow kisses.&amp;nbsp; Hope you all had a great year, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FUfUoEIhlz0/TcXgoMGcHiI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ycYeKwaixNM/s1600/IMG_2131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FUfUoEIhlz0/TcXgoMGcHiI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ycYeKwaixNM/s320/IMG_2131.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184004002001857214-4549222794045585691?l=themusereport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/feeds/4549222794045585691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-favorite-mommy-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/4549222794045585691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/4549222794045585691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-favorite-mommy-things.html' title='My Favorite Mommy Things'/><author><name>Writerswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17205459360478674095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S4hq-2BjZTI/AAAAAAAAARM/TXKrOY9_Pg4/S220/IMG_1446_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ym7EyoO3kTk/TcXfunJQXFI/AAAAAAAAAX0/F0E1XPrr770/s72-c/IMG_2250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184004002001857214.post-8631842365490361102</id><published>2011-02-25T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T11:50:00.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words around the house</title><content type='html'>The girls are really learning a lot lately.&amp;nbsp; They started playing games together and talking to each other more.&amp;nbsp; They know "sister" and string that with something else to mean "sister's ____".&amp;nbsp; It's really nice to see them playing together.&amp;nbsp; Thalia will bring Calli a drink saying, "Sister!&amp;nbsp; Sister, here, Sister drink."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other new phrases:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn&lt;br /&gt;sister turn&lt;br /&gt;I did it!&lt;br /&gt;I got it.&lt;br /&gt;Sunglasses!&lt;br /&gt;open&lt;br /&gt;door&lt;br /&gt;up&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;My carseat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot more, but I can't remember it all now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184004002001857214-8631842365490361102?l=themusereport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/feeds/8631842365490361102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/02/words-around-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/8631842365490361102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/8631842365490361102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/02/words-around-house.html' title='Words around the house'/><author><name>Writerswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17205459360478674095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S4hq-2BjZTI/AAAAAAAAARM/TXKrOY9_Pg4/S220/IMG_1446_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184004002001857214.post-9067599544891858266</id><published>2011-02-19T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T04:34:17.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes twins are HARD</title><content type='html'>The girls are quickly approaching two and they definitely have more opinions.&amp;nbsp; I try to give them lots of choices, but sometimes it isn't possible.&amp;nbsp; Lately, the meltdowns have been all about me carrying them.&amp;nbsp; I cannot physically carry the two girls anymore.&amp;nbsp; I love carrying them, but at 23 pounds each or more, my ribs will not let me carry them.&amp;nbsp; Thalia can cry and throw a fit like nobody else I know.&amp;nbsp; We have implemented time outs for this.&amp;nbsp; Mostly, I've been letting her cry it out and then getting her out of her crib.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, she goes right back into a fit if I won't carry her out of the bedroom. On it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184004002001857214-9067599544891858266?l=themusereport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/feeds/9067599544891858266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/02/sometimes-twins-are-hard.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/9067599544891858266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/9067599544891858266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/02/sometimes-twins-are-hard.html' title='Sometimes twins are HARD'/><author><name>Writerswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17205459360478674095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S4hq-2BjZTI/AAAAAAAAARM/TXKrOY9_Pg4/S220/IMG_1446_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184004002001857214.post-1932772878189516990</id><published>2011-01-23T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T17:44:17.066-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel with kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion11'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><title type='text'>Confusion 2011</title><content type='html'>This weekend we attended Confusion 2011.&amp;nbsp; Toby and I have been going there for at least five years, but I'd bet closer to ten.&amp;nbsp; It's my favorite con because of the family-friendly atmosphere.&amp;nbsp; We know so many people who attend every year that it feels like a giant family reunion of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls travel well and they did great for the most part.&amp;nbsp; They are in love with elevators and had a blast running on the hotels carpet.&amp;nbsp; The carpet has giant flowers and vines running along it.&amp;nbsp; The girls thought it was great to stand on those big flowers!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling with two toddlers is something.&amp;nbsp; Their suitcase was stuffed with toys more than anything else.&amp;nbsp; Of course, the usual medications and "just-in-case" items were packed, but I really eased up on the clothes this time.&amp;nbsp; I packed loads of snacks:&amp;nbsp; Gerber yogurt (no refrigeration needed), fruit rolls, fruit cups, apple juice, sippy cups, cookies, and crackers.&amp;nbsp; Nothing keeps a toddler happier than snacks and some Dora on the iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of buying a membership, I planned to hang around the hotel.&amp;nbsp; We sat in the makeshift lobby (yay for construction) and ran the hallway by the meeting rooms.&amp;nbsp; The girls waved hello and good-bye to everybody.&amp;nbsp; They met some other toddlers and shared their toys.&amp;nbsp; Thalia has a bruise/scratch by her eye from catching a table corner.&amp;nbsp; Calli has one in almost the same place from ???? She didn't cry so the sitter didn't catch what did it.&amp;nbsp; The girls were totally into the experience.&amp;nbsp; They even held hands a bit in the hallways (talk about melting a mother's heart!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were going swimmingly until Saturday night.&amp;nbsp; We headed up to the room and Thalia went in without any trouble.&amp;nbsp; Calli looked and me and said, "No. Uh-unh."&amp;nbsp; She then ran off down the hallway.&amp;nbsp; I let the hotel room close while catching Calli.&amp;nbsp; Thalia freaked out and closed that little latchy thing under hotel door knobs.&amp;nbsp; Those actually work!&amp;nbsp; The man delivering our room service called engineering and a man came with a crowbar.&amp;nbsp; He finally had to break the bar completely and install a new one.&amp;nbsp; Meanwhile, I'm holding a very snuggly Calli (Hugs, mama! Kiss!)&amp;nbsp; and talking through the door to Thalia, who is absolutely freaking out.&amp;nbsp; We get into the room and settle down with our cold food while the engineer replaces the latch.&amp;nbsp; Thalia cries for a good half hour and Calli refuses to sit down to eat.&amp;nbsp; Once the girls were in bed, I settled down with a bottle of Riesling and a bath.&amp;nbsp; Today, Calli did the exact same thing, but this time I learned to put the other toddler in the hallway before chasing the runner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls were dolls today and even took a three hour nap!&amp;nbsp; A three hour nap (sing it with me to the tune of Gilligan's Island!)!&amp;nbsp; We headed out after a nice lunch and caught some sushi on the way home.&amp;nbsp; They are now sound asleep in bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184004002001857214-1932772878189516990?l=themusereport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/feeds/1932772878189516990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/01/confusion-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/1932772878189516990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/1932772878189516990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2011/01/confusion-2011.html' title='Confusion 2011'/><author><name>Writerswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17205459360478674095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S4hq-2BjZTI/AAAAAAAAARM/TXKrOY9_Pg4/S220/IMG_1446_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184004002001857214.post-5185616929974812437</id><published>2010-08-22T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T06:48:36.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>16 months and counting</title><content type='html'>The girls are just over sixteen months old now.&amp;nbsp; They lag behind on some things and surge ahead on others.&amp;nbsp; This seems to be pretty normal for all babies.&amp;nbsp; While twins often do experience some delays associated with premature birth, the girls don't seem to have any physical issues.&amp;nbsp; I think some of the delays are simply because parents of twins just can't interact as much with two babies as compared to how parents of singletons interact with one baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We play with the girls a lot.&amp;nbsp; We talk to them all the time.&amp;nbsp; It's just not the same as parents with one child who can walk around with that just that baby.&amp;nbsp; You're always checking in on the other child.&amp;nbsp; You're often snuggling one and making eye contact with the other.&amp;nbsp; You have to make decisions all the time about which baby needs you more...even when they're both crying.&amp;nbsp; If you're alone with them, it's just about impossible to hold and carry two babies.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, the girls do some things that other babies aren't doing.&amp;nbsp; When I watch the little ones at the sitter's, most of them are playing near each other.&amp;nbsp; They're playing independently, but close together.&amp;nbsp; The girls break into games throughout the day.&amp;nbsp; Currently, they're passing toys back and forth and Calliope is putting them on the shelf or into the basket.&amp;nbsp; Earlier, they were grabbing toys and rolling until they had their heads together.&amp;nbsp; The latter is a favorite thing to do, especially with books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twin talk.&amp;nbsp; I'm getting a bit tired of being asked about this.&amp;nbsp; (No offense intended to the people who've been asking.&amp;nbsp; Twins are different and wonderfully so!) The scientific terms are: idioglossia and cryptophasia.&amp;nbsp; The last term being specifically for the language adopted by multiples.&amp;nbsp; The girls really don't exhibit these languages.&amp;nbsp; They babble constantly, but there are no patterns to the speech.&amp;nbsp; The very limited reading that I've done suggests that twin talk is actually an adaptation of poorly pronounced speech.&amp;nbsp; The twins adopt each others' attempts at words and then have their own "language".&amp;nbsp; I don't notice this with the girls. Mostly what I see is that they model the inflections we use for everyday speech.&amp;nbsp; Thank you is almost musical when Thalia says it.&amp;nbsp; Calli seems to do the same with "doggy".&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I have to go because two little girls are both trying to walk!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184004002001857214-5185616929974812437?l=themusereport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/feeds/5185616929974812437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2010/08/16-months-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/5185616929974812437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/5185616929974812437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2010/08/16-months-and-counting.html' title='16 months and counting'/><author><name>Writerswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17205459360478674095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S4hq-2BjZTI/AAAAAAAAARM/TXKrOY9_Pg4/S220/IMG_1446_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184004002001857214.post-3084310998649856287</id><published>2010-08-09T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T16:38:40.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playtime for Mommy</title><content type='html'>I like to take pictures.&amp;nbsp; What's better than pictures of kids? Not much!&amp;nbsp; Here's the first attempt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TGCLnCrK4rI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Huy4pohhRlU/s1600/IMG_1747.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TGCLnCrK4rI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Huy4pohhRlU/s320/IMG_1747.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, but not what I wanted.&amp;nbsp; If you crop out the baby on the left, it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These turned out better.&amp;nbsp; There's better light in the kitchen and babies in sinks can't escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TGCMbQoWduI/AAAAAAAAAWk/BsBAXUHRSMY/s1600/IMG_1801.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TGCMbQoWduI/AAAAAAAAAWk/BsBAXUHRSMY/s320/IMG_1801.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Calli loves to play in the water...at least for bathtime.&amp;nbsp; Pools are another thing altogether!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TGCNE3fGt9I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TLh53XU9L4g/s1600/IMG_1807.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TGCNE3fGt9I/AAAAAAAAAWs/TLh53XU9L4g/s320/IMG_1807.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thalia waiting to wash off her avocado bits.&amp;nbsp; She likes to eat and explore textures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TGCP2Ttw8eI/AAAAAAAAAW0/n6vSFwenrmk/s1600/IMG_2370.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TGCP2Ttw8eI/AAAAAAAAAW0/n6vSFwenrmk/s320/IMG_2370.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's so hard to get a good picture of both girls, but this one makes me smile.&amp;nbsp; Too many textures, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TGCQ2s2wm4I/AAAAAAAAAW8/7jLeCv9kxK8/s1600/IMG_2385.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TGCQ2s2wm4I/AAAAAAAAAW8/7jLeCv9kxK8/s320/IMG_2385.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My little hammy girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TGCRTFTd-CI/AAAAAAAAAXE/lxa1tpwr1no/s1600/IMG_2393.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TGCRTFTd-CI/AAAAAAAAAXE/lxa1tpwr1no/s320/IMG_2393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sweet Thalia Lyn!&amp;nbsp; I'm hoping that it will get easier as they get a bit older.&amp;nbsp; I'm pretty sure that's just wishful thinking, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184004002001857214-3084310998649856287?l=themusereport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/feeds/3084310998649856287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2010/08/playtime-for-mommy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/3084310998649856287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/3084310998649856287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2010/08/playtime-for-mommy.html' title='Playtime for Mommy'/><author><name>Writerswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17205459360478674095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S4hq-2BjZTI/AAAAAAAAARM/TXKrOY9_Pg4/S220/IMG_1446_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TGCLnCrK4rI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Huy4pohhRlU/s72-c/IMG_1747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184004002001857214.post-2538889376217510333</id><published>2010-07-27T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T07:28:26.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma H.</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately, we lost your Grandma H. to ovarian cancer before you were born.&amp;nbsp; I think of her often every day.&amp;nbsp; We were so close and it is really hard knowing that you won't get to meet her.&amp;nbsp; So, here are some of the things I remember most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her sense of humor.&amp;nbsp; She was a lot of fun.&amp;nbsp; She was always Mom and you didn't cross certain lines, but she was fun.&amp;nbsp; When I was little, she'd dance with me and we'd play Barbies.&amp;nbsp; She used to kiss my ear before bed and say, "Yuck, rutabagas!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself using lots of the same things she did.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When you're upset, I pick you up and rock you the same way she used to rock your cousins.&amp;nbsp; When you talk, I say the same things she used to say to babies.&amp;nbsp; We eat some of the same lunches and I can't wait until we can have pb and banana sandwiches for lunch...with a big glass of milk.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more to tell and I know you'll know her through the stories you'll hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TE7s8wqRAdI/AAAAAAAAAWE/HdibCr_qke8/s1600/Grandma+and+Baby+Stewart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TE7s8wqRAdI/AAAAAAAAAWE/HdibCr_qke8/s320/Grandma+and+Baby+Stewart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184004002001857214-2538889376217510333?l=themusereport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/feeds/2538889376217510333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2010/07/grandma-h.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/2538889376217510333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/2538889376217510333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2010/07/grandma-h.html' title='Grandma H.'/><author><name>Writerswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17205459360478674095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S4hq-2BjZTI/AAAAAAAAARM/TXKrOY9_Pg4/S220/IMG_1446_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TE7s8wqRAdI/AAAAAAAAAWE/HdibCr_qke8/s72-c/Grandma+and+Baby+Stewart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184004002001857214.post-3208383692952539185</id><published>2010-07-27T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T07:19:23.959-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='podee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><title type='text'>How we did it (part two)</title><content type='html'>I hope that a new or expectant twin parent finds this helpful.&amp;nbsp; We could not have survived if we hadn't found some tips online.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TE7oljrVskI/AAAAAAAAAV8/kGPyiSIGqP0/s1600/IMG_0918.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TE7oljrVskI/AAAAAAAAAV8/kGPyiSIGqP0/s320/IMG_0918.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When the girls could suck stronger, we switched them to &lt;a href="http://www.podee.com/"&gt;Podee Bottles &lt;/a&gt;and that was great!&amp;nbsp; The bottles are a pain to clean, but they really, really were a huge help.&amp;nbsp; From what I remember, we had about four sets of bottles.&amp;nbsp; We cleaned them at the end of the day.&amp;nbsp; I loved the microwave sterilizer for the tubes.&amp;nbsp; I just never felt like the tubes got clean enough just rinsing them as the directions suggested.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Baby Trend Double Snap-n-Go was a great stroller for the early months.&amp;nbsp; I really miss it sometimes.&amp;nbsp; It was just so easy to pop the car seats into it.&amp;nbsp; We took the girls to Montreal with that on a train.&amp;nbsp; It was so nice and light and we didn't have to fuss with unbuckling babies and hauling a stroller in addition to car seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color-coding.&amp;nbsp; Thalia's things tend to be pink.&amp;nbsp; For a while, we knew them in photos because Thalia had a stuffed froggy and Calli had a monkey.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that they are into everything and trying to walk, it's a lot harder.&amp;nbsp; Especially with the biting.&amp;nbsp; I don't know what to do about the biting.&amp;nbsp; I don't have enough hands to cuddle the bitten baby while whisking the biter off to time out.&amp;nbsp; We'll make it through somehow, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184004002001857214-3208383692952539185?l=themusereport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/feeds/3208383692952539185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-we-did-it-part-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/3208383692952539185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/3208383692952539185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-we-did-it-part-two.html' title='How we did it (part two)'/><author><name>Writerswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17205459360478674095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S4hq-2BjZTI/AAAAAAAAARM/TXKrOY9_Pg4/S220/IMG_1446_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TE7oljrVskI/AAAAAAAAAV8/kGPyiSIGqP0/s72-c/IMG_0918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184004002001857214.post-9110739102635914867</id><published>2010-06-23T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T06:12:34.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How we did it (part one)</title><content type='html'>After listening to a radio show, it appears that many parents really do want to know how you manage multiple babies.&amp;nbsp; Here are some of the things that worked for us in the earliest days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Lots of help.&amp;nbsp; People brought us meals.&amp;nbsp; Toby's step dad filled our chest freezer to the top and into our regular freezer.&amp;nbsp; My SIL, Angie, came down to stay for a few days and that helped a ton.&amp;nbsp; Just knowing there was another mom in the house was great.&amp;nbsp; No need to panic if she didn't panic.&amp;nbsp; Later, we hired a local teen to come in an give me a hand with some of the feedings and laundry.&amp;nbsp; She was wonderfully helpful and her presence meant I could shower and do dishes in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Sleep.&amp;nbsp; You need some.&amp;nbsp; We took shifts.&amp;nbsp; Toby thought of this and it worked for us.&amp;nbsp; He took the girls from midnight to six am.&amp;nbsp; Then he slept while I took the girls from six am until noon.&amp;nbsp; For us this worked because the girls were pretty easy going.&amp;nbsp; I don't know how I would have survived without the six hours of sleep.&amp;nbsp; We also napped in the evening while the girls were sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; We thought about systems to help us out.&amp;nbsp; Diaper bags were packed and left by the door at all times.&amp;nbsp; The coffee table nearest the door became the "going away table".&amp;nbsp; This is where the diaper bags and car seats were kept.&amp;nbsp; A box was there with blankets and shoes in it.&amp;nbsp; This was the catch all for things&amp;nbsp; you might need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing came out of the diaper bags if we could have doubles.&amp;nbsp; There was also a large box in the car with extra clothes, blankets, diapers, wipes, formula, bottles, bibs, toys, etc....&amp;nbsp; This meant that the bag we carried didn't have to be gigantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeding time is hard with two newborns, but we managed.&amp;nbsp; With two u-shaped pillows and an afghan, you can feed two babies pretty easily.&amp;nbsp; You have to prop the bottles which means never taking your eyes off the babies, but you can do it.&amp;nbsp; You can also put them in their car seats and hold the bottles up.&amp;nbsp; Another method was to prop the babies in their pillows and sit between them holding the bottles.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family room became baby central.&amp;nbsp; The girls slept in the pack n' play until they were sleeping six hour stretches at night.&amp;nbsp; The pack n' play was at the end of our sofa and next to a kitchen counter.&amp;nbsp; It had a diaper changing station on it and that was awesome.&amp;nbsp; We kept a box of diaper essentials stocked on the counter and a laundry basket nearby.&amp;nbsp; We lived in the family room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the sleep schedule for ourselves, the best thing was that the girls were on the same schedule.&amp;nbsp; I don't think you can make it without having the little break you get when two babies are sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TCIHiMx7GkI/AAAAAAAAAV0/M1IzJaIMRTs/s1600/IMG_0530.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TCIHiMx7GkI/AAAAAAAAAV0/M1IzJaIMRTs/s320/IMG_0530.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184004002001857214-9110739102635914867?l=themusereport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/feeds/9110739102635914867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-we-did-it-part-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/9110739102635914867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/9110739102635914867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-we-did-it-part-one.html' title='How we did it (part one)'/><author><name>Writerswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17205459360478674095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S4hq-2BjZTI/AAAAAAAAARM/TXKrOY9_Pg4/S220/IMG_1446_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TCIHiMx7GkI/AAAAAAAAAV0/M1IzJaIMRTs/s72-c/IMG_0530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184004002001857214.post-2572523681004739917</id><published>2010-06-16T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T13:55:24.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two of a kind?  More like night and day!</title><content type='html'>Let's see, what do you hear when you have twins?&amp;nbsp; "Double trouble!" &lt;i&gt;groan&lt;/i&gt; "Bet you have your hands full." &lt;i&gt;Why, yes, and would you mind holding the door while you're chuckling?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; No matter how alike people think the girls look, they are like night and day to me.&amp;nbsp; Thalia is more quiet and interested in observing before she tries something.&amp;nbsp; Calli just jumps in to anything she sees.&amp;nbsp; What surprises me is that Calli is my cuddlebug and Thalia is content to sit and read to herself.&amp;nbsp; Calli is a clown, but don't be fooled.&amp;nbsp; Thalia is an absolute hoot if you watch her and get silly with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184004002001857214-2572523681004739917?l=themusereport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/feeds/2572523681004739917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2010/06/two-of-kind-more-like-night-and-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/2572523681004739917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/2572523681004739917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2010/06/two-of-kind-more-like-night-and-day.html' title='Two of a kind?  More like night and day!'/><author><name>Writerswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17205459360478674095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S4hq-2BjZTI/AAAAAAAAARM/TXKrOY9_Pg4/S220/IMG_1446_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184004002001857214.post-8467864631638864790</id><published>2010-06-11T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T06:18:27.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that you're one... (part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TBIyT_NZcKI/AAAAAAAAAUs/szQ0pA0H9fY/s1600/IMG_1376.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TBIyT_NZcKI/AAAAAAAAAUs/szQ0pA0H9fY/s320/IMG_1376.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You started to play together more.&amp;nbsp; Calli is in the stripes and Thalia is in the pink/white shirt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TBIy_3Yir3I/AAAAAAAAAU0/PEdJNJkgIfU/s1600/IMG_1527.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TBIy_3Yir3I/AAAAAAAAAU0/PEdJNJkgIfU/s320/IMG_1527.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We went to ConFusion and you met lots of new people.&amp;nbsp; Later, we went to PenguiCon and saw many of them again.&amp;nbsp; You were a big hit with the hotel staff.&amp;nbsp; They were very nice about helping us out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TBIz4_FLXnI/AAAAAAAAAVM/XkbUxMS4avY/s1600/IMG_1773.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TBIz4_FLXnI/AAAAAAAAAVM/XkbUxMS4avY/s320/IMG_1773.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fen got to eat a lot of Cheerios!&amp;nbsp; We had to make the dogs wait in another room until you were done eating because you fed them so much of your own food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TBIzidrJ1jI/AAAAAAAAAU8/mxJqQxwBgW0/s1600/IMG_1810.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TBIzidrJ1jI/AAAAAAAAAU8/mxJqQxwBgW0/s320/IMG_1810.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We learned that double sinks are really handy.&amp;nbsp; You both love bathtime and nothing gets rid of a bad mood like a bath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TBIzv6EqsjI/AAAAAAAAAVE/EMSNCnuonLA/s1600/IMG_1756.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TBIzv6EqsjI/AAAAAAAAAVE/EMSNCnuonLA/s320/IMG_1756.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Grocery shopping got more and more challenging.&amp;nbsp; We found ways around it, though.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I (Mom) would carry one of you in a front carrier and put the other girl in the cart.&amp;nbsp; For a while, you both fit into the cart together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TBI1UREhsgI/AAAAAAAAAVU/1Oom-YV6JyY/s1600/IMG_1845.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TBI1UREhsgI/AAAAAAAAAVU/1Oom-YV6JyY/s320/IMG_1845.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thalia pwned her first monster!&amp;nbsp; Go get him, girlie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TBI1vP3z3SI/AAAAAAAAAVc/e2pZo8J3XRk/s1600/IMG_1767.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TBI1vP3z3SI/AAAAAAAAAVc/e2pZo8J3XRk/s320/IMG_1767.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Calli learned to play peek-a-boo!&amp;nbsp; You both think that this is the greatest game!&amp;nbsp; That and putting things on top of your head (or Mom's head or Dad's head) are just hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TBI3A1ZFrOI/AAAAAAAAAVk/mIN6vj2NXYg/s1600/IMG_2036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TBI3A1ZFrOI/AAAAAAAAAVk/mIN6vj2NXYg/s320/IMG_2036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Your first birthday was lots of fun!&amp;nbsp; You've brought lots of new challenges and joy into our lives.&amp;nbsp; I wish you all the best life has to offer as you grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TBI3ehJ5j-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/HTvsigal0U0/s1600/IMG_2024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TBI3ehJ5j-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/HTvsigal0U0/s320/IMG_2024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184004002001857214-8467864631638864790?l=themusereport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/feeds/8467864631638864790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2010/06/now-that-youre-one-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/8467864631638864790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/8467864631638864790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2010/06/now-that-youre-one-part-2.html' title='Now that you&apos;re one... (part 2)'/><author><name>Writerswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17205459360478674095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S4hq-2BjZTI/AAAAAAAAARM/TXKrOY9_Pg4/S220/IMG_1446_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/TBIyT_NZcKI/AAAAAAAAAUs/szQ0pA0H9fY/s72-c/IMG_1376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184004002001857214.post-697560084870333677</id><published>2010-05-23T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T07:21:19.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that you're one...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S_k0Syp7ncI/AAAAAAAAATc/lJEK0zn0agA/s1600/IMG_1535.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S_k0Syp7ncI/AAAAAAAAATc/lJEK0zn0agA/s200/IMG_1535.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There are so many things to write in baby books and so many things I didn't mark down.&amp;nbsp; Now that you're one, let's look at the last year.&amp;nbsp; We brought you home and put you in your bassinet.&amp;nbsp; Calli cried and shook her fist and it scared Fenrir.&amp;nbsp; Fen fell in love with both of you right away.&amp;nbsp; You became his "puppies".&amp;nbsp; He made sure you were all right and let us know if you weren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S_k0ehtKuyI/AAAAAAAAATk/xpMxl7f0_Ek/s1600/IMG_0476.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S_k0ehtKuyI/AAAAAAAAATk/xpMxl7f0_Ek/s200/IMG_0476.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We all took lots of naps and rested as much as possible.&amp;nbsp; The four of us spent lots of time on blankets in the family room.&amp;nbsp; We watched Dora and Lost for a long time between feedings.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S_k0oq4jZ0I/AAAAAAAAATs/F8Tg7JYUEQY/s1600/IMG_0428.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S_k0oq4jZ0I/AAAAAAAAATs/F8Tg7JYUEQY/s200/IMG_0428.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You took turns playing video games with Daddy.&amp;nbsp; It's never too early for a girl to learn how to kill zombies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S_k0yKchNQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/d-Qih7ldzO4/s1600/IMG_0498.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S_k0yKchNQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/d-Qih7ldzO4/s200/IMG_0498.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We went to Cleveland for a book-signing and you helped Daddy sell his books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S_k06UfLHgI/AAAAAAAAAT8/fjCkD9t7n3Q/s1600/IMG_0763_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S_k06UfLHgI/AAAAAAAAAT8/fjCkD9t7n3Q/s320/IMG_0763_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You learned to smile and it lit up our lives!&amp;nbsp; This photo was taken while Daddy was away at a conference.&amp;nbsp; We all just woke up and you had your bottles on Mommy and Daddy's big bed.&amp;nbsp; Then we sat and played for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S_k3C3WG9nI/AAAAAAAAAUE/30fV-FCi5Cw/s1600/IMG_0780.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S_k3C3WG9nI/AAAAAAAAAUE/30fV-FCi5Cw/s200/IMG_0780.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We took you to Montreal, Canada for your first science fiction convention.&amp;nbsp; You were great travelers!&amp;nbsp; We learned not to mess with naptime and that babies need a good stretch, too.&amp;nbsp; Your Podee bottles were a big hit with lots of people.&amp;nbsp; You behaved better on the train than some of the adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S_k31STLwSI/AAAAAAAAAUM/VmCWDdp1OkI/s1600/IMG_1038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S_k31STLwSI/AAAAAAAAAUM/VmCWDdp1OkI/s320/IMG_1038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We went to meet the May 2009 babies in Columbus, OH.&amp;nbsp; Calli is in the red pants and Thalia is in the white onesie.&amp;nbsp; We had a great time at the park with the other babies and their mommies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S_k4XBFDgeI/AAAAAAAAAUU/QGYVakQWIbc/s1600/IMG_1628.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S_k4XBFDgeI/AAAAAAAAAUU/QGYVakQWIbc/s200/IMG_1628.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Auntie Freya came to visit and we had lots of fun.&amp;nbsp; You were surprised to see each other with bows in your hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S_k5h0ZnuKI/AAAAAAAAAUk/wzGWf_Iukgs/s1600/IMG_1329.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S_k5h0ZnuKI/AAAAAAAAAUk/wzGWf_Iukgs/s320/IMG_1329.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Grandpop Hyatt's for Christmas Eve.&amp;nbsp; Neither of you liked being dressed up very much.&amp;nbsp; It made me very happy to put you in pretty dresses.&amp;nbsp; Usually, we dressed you in comfy clothes, so the dresses were and extra-special gift from Auntie Freya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184004002001857214-697560084870333677?l=themusereport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/feeds/697560084870333677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2010/05/now-that-youre-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/697560084870333677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/697560084870333677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2010/05/now-that-youre-one.html' title='Now that you&apos;re one...'/><author><name>Writerswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17205459360478674095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S4hq-2BjZTI/AAAAAAAAARM/TXKrOY9_Pg4/S220/IMG_1446_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S_k0Syp7ncI/AAAAAAAAATc/lJEK0zn0agA/s72-c/IMG_1535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184004002001857214.post-3522029051503906518</id><published>2010-03-03T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T10:29:58.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathtime for two</title><content type='html'>Toby is in NYC until tonight and the girls really needed a bath.&amp;nbsp; They have eye infections that are goobering up their eyes something terrible.&amp;nbsp; They won't let me wipe the crud away and so a bath seemed the perfect solution.&amp;nbsp; Plus, it's a good way to get some toys cleaned, too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how bathtime with just one parent works here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Get things together while girls are in cribs or highchairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S46ngGzIXpI/AAAAAAAAASA/xl7_iov0ek0/s1600-h/IMG_1776.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S46ngGzIXpI/AAAAAAAAASA/xl7_iov0ek0/s320/IMG_1776.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S46nkBPQgmI/AAAAAAAAASI/rmCirLvwlf0/s1600-h/IMG_1778.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S46nkBPQgmI/AAAAAAAAASI/rmCirLvwlf0/s320/IMG_1778.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Please note that the Bebe Pod is not intended for bathtub use and we do not leave the girls in it unattended.&amp;nbsp; It just helps me to bathe them both at once.&amp;nbsp; Also, it floats if you have too much water in the tub and makes things very unstable. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Get one baby from chair, strip her down, and place into empty tub. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S46nxBEn8RI/AAAAAAAAASg/9YWXOQQTUyg/s1600-h/IMG_1785.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S46nxBEn8RI/AAAAAAAAASg/9YWXOQQTUyg/s320/IMG_1785.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;See that there's no water in the tub.&amp;nbsp; Baby A just plays happily for a bit until she realizes she's alone and starts screaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Get Baby B.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S46nsIUdESI/AAAAAAAAASY/ZDBvfCr9de4/s1600-h/IMG_1781.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S46nsIUdESI/AAAAAAAAASY/ZDBvfCr9de4/s320/IMG_1781.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;4. Check on Baby A on the way to strip Baby B down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Add Baby B to the bathtub/toy mix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S46n0Pw2aCI/AAAAAAAAASo/Y2fmKp-xINY/s1600-h/IMG_1789.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S46n0Pw2aCI/AAAAAAAAASo/Y2fmKp-xINY/s320/IMG_1789.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; Add water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S46n5S8mNSI/AAAAAAAAASw/jLRwBG6j7QM/s1600-h/IMG_1794.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S46n5S8mNSI/AAAAAAAAASw/jLRwBG6j7QM/s320/IMG_1794.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S46n8RMRjRI/AAAAAAAAAS4/bTVyDdIy404/s1600-h/IMG_1798.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S46n8RMRjRI/AAAAAAAAAS4/bTVyDdIy404/s320/IMG_1798.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; Wash Baby A, rinse, repeat with Baby B.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;8.&amp;nbsp; Drain water and remove a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S46oDEF2aFI/AAAAAAAAATI/90EvS1mPUkU/s1600-h/IMG_1803.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S46oDEF2aFI/AAAAAAAAATI/90EvS1mPUkU/s320/IMG_1803.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;9.&amp;nbsp; Baby A will want to know where Baby B went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S46n_R3LBiI/AAAAAAAAATA/f-2SNJUUdZM/s1600-h/IMG_1799.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S46n_R3LBiI/AAAAAAAAATA/f-2SNJUUdZM/s320/IMG_1799.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Again, no water in the tub.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;10.&amp;nbsp; Put dry Baby B into a sleeper and into crib for a nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;11.&amp;nbsp; Get Baby A, dry, clothe, put down for nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S46oGwKCEoI/AAAAAAAAATQ/G6AP6cNbGGU/s1600-h/IMG_1806.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S46oGwKCEoI/AAAAAAAAATQ/G6AP6cNbGGU/s320/IMG_1806.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Everybody is eye-crud free right now and quite happy.&amp;nbsp; Bathtime is so much fun now that the girls enjoy splashing and playing in the tub.&amp;nbsp; Our huskador (lab/husky mix) likes to try to help clean the babies.&amp;nbsp; Today he was busier cleaning up the Cheerios from breakfast.&amp;nbsp; After all of this, I decided it was time for me to eat something and to also take a nap.&amp;nbsp; We all feel better and I might even remember to shower this evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184004002001857214-3522029051503906518?l=themusereport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/feeds/3522029051503906518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2010/03/bathtime-for-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/3522029051503906518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/3522029051503906518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2010/03/bathtime-for-two.html' title='Bathtime for two'/><author><name>Writerswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17205459360478674095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S4hq-2BjZTI/AAAAAAAAARM/TXKrOY9_Pg4/S220/IMG_1446_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S46ngGzIXpI/AAAAAAAAASA/xl7_iov0ek0/s72-c/IMG_1776.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184004002001857214.post-626447889877841191</id><published>2010-02-26T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T16:53:12.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introductions and Getting Started</title><content type='html'>I've been meaning to get started on this blog for about ten months, but I haven't found the time.&amp;nbsp; With ten month old twins, that tends to happen.&amp;nbsp; When I have time to spend with Thalia and Calliope, I tend to prefer playing and snuggling to blogging.&amp;nbsp; I don't, however, want the girls to grow up without knowing how important their babyhood was for all of us.&amp;nbsp; So, let's get started.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing, Calliope.&amp;nbsp; She's a clown!&amp;nbsp; She laughs, she giggles, she sobs and cries crocodile tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S4hr78G0QkI/AAAAAAAAARw/N-JZMDN89jQ/s1600-h/IMG_1700.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S4hr78G0QkI/AAAAAAAAARw/N-JZMDN89jQ/s320/IMG_1700.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thalia is a bit more reserved, but behind the quiet exterior is a goofball waiting to shine.&amp;nbsp; She loves to tell you about books and will let you know if you've made her unhappy.&amp;nbsp; Her chatter in the car makes me smile all the way to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S4hsusRvXsI/AAAAAAAAAR4/IKomOJgkbq4/s1600-h/IMG_1484.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S4hsusRvXsI/AAAAAAAAAR4/IKomOJgkbq4/s320/IMG_1484.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We're all recovering from a week of colds and yuck in this house.&amp;nbsp; Speaking of recovering, it's time I go and get the laundry under control...or crash and get some sleep.&amp;nbsp; Wonder what will win? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/184004002001857214-626447889877841191?l=themusereport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/feeds/626447889877841191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2010/02/introductions-and-getting-started.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/626447889877841191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/184004002001857214/posts/default/626447889877841191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusereport.blogspot.com/2010/02/introductions-and-getting-started.html' title='Introductions and Getting Started'/><author><name>Writerswife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17205459360478674095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S4hq-2BjZTI/AAAAAAAAARM/TXKrOY9_Pg4/S220/IMG_1446_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2loi2sYUwM/S4hr78G0QkI/AAAAAAAAARw/N-JZMDN89jQ/s72-c/IMG_1700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
