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So…. I started a new blog. It’s nothing personal. I have been having some frustrations with WordPress for a while. There are some limitations on what I can do without shelling out the moola to do it. I’ve been quietly snooping around for a different hosting site, trying to find one that is still free for my cheap self, but gives me a little more freedom with the blog.

I have also always felt a little awkward posting non-H related stuff on this blog and I find myself wanting to write about more things that I am interested in. I have dearly loved HSquared, but it is time to move on. It’s not you, it’s me. No, really. It’s totally me.

If you’ve enjoyed reading this blog, please hop over and follow my new baby. I think it’s going to be even better.

Thanks, WordPress. It’s been real.

For those of you who haven’t watched The Jungle Book 157982378457 bazillion times, the movie starts off with Bagheera the Panther volunteering to take a very reluctant Mowgli back to the man village. Proof that I have seen this movie too much? I didn’t even have to look up how either of those names are spelled (though the girls on insist on saying “Mow-ga-li”). The first night of their trip, Bagheera shoves Mowgli up into a tree to sleep, but the are found by Kaa the Python who attempts to hypnotize Mowgli so he can eat him. Bagheera wakes up in time to stop Kaa who then becomes angry and directs his hypnotic gaze on Bagheera. Mowgli comes out of his own catatonic state in times to thwart Kaa again, who slithers away angrily (FUN FACT! Sterling Holloway voices Kaa and he is also the original voice of Winnie The Pooh and the Cheshire Cat). Mowgli slaps both of Bagheera’s cheeks urging him to “Wake up, Bagheera. Wake up!”

This is acted out in great detail at least once a day. And I try desperately to make sure I am not cast as Bagheera, because little hands aren’t as gentle as they think they are.

baheeraThey act out everything. From movie scenes, to conversations in books we read on a daily basis. Hazel has mastered her Baranstain Bears imitation and will sit at meals reciting the books to herself. Haley will spontaneously burst into songs from Frozen, The Jungle Book, and Snow White. Their versions of what we watch and read are my favorite.

I don’t know how I feel about this whole two year old thing. One minute I absolutely love it and it’s my favorite age and the next I feel like I’m going to strangle them. And everyone says three is worse! But I love this series of posts because it reminds me of all the funny, quirky, wonderful things they say when I’m about ready to collapse from exhaustion or when I feel like my brain is going to explode if I have to break up one more fight.

PS. Momma, I am so sorry for the times I messed with Kathleen just to get her upset. I had no idea what I was doing to you, I really just wanted to piss her off.

photo(2)while playing Hazel.

Hazel: (as her character) I have to go potty! (moves her toy to my cheek).

Me: Is my face the toilet?

Hazel: Yes!

 

Haley: I need my microphone glass.

 

Haley: Sissy, may I use it?

They say may when they are asking for something. It makes me melt. I love how polite they are.

 

Me: I’m scared.

Hazel: No, you not scared. You brave.

 

Haley: I’m fixing the table. There. All clean.

 

Haley: Is that me again? Oh, I so sorry!

Me: What happened?

Haley: I toot and poop again. I toot and toot and toot!

 

Me: Is it time to get out of the tub?

Haley: No, I just fell a little bit.

Me: Okay, well, five more minutes and then you need to be all done.

Haley: Okay, I just going to relax a little bit.

 

Haley: Bye, snail! Thank you, snail!

 

Me: What are you going to do?

Hazel: I come see you and roar. ROAR!

 

Me: Hazel, that is not listening. That is called being defiant.

Hazel: ROAR!

Me: Exactly. It took all the self control I have not to laugh when she did this.

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Taking Stock

{credit to Jess @ mybabybirds}

making: Meals. I feel like someone is always hungry these days.

cooking: Nothing tonight, but I have a recipe for buffalo chicken spaghetti squash that I have high hopes for.

drinking: It’s spring, which means I will have white wine in the fridge from now until September. Though in tonight’s case it’s rose.

reading: My Uncle Oswald by Roald Dahl. Did you know he wrote books for adults too? MUO is all about sex, but it’s not dirty. It’s entertaining and a little like reading a trashy magazine.

wanting: New jeans that fit and don’t turn into a serious case of saggy butt an hour after I put them on.

looking: for some extra reserves of patience.

playing: my brother bought me Robert Downey Jr.’s attempt at a musical career. I haven’t listened to it yet. Mainly because if it isn’t kid’s music it doesn’t get played in the house. I have to remember to leave it in the car.

wasting: too much time on social media during nap time.

sewing: I finally cut out the pattern for the girls’ minnie mouse dresses. Now I just have to go buy fabric.

wishing: that I had more courage.

enjoying: white chocolate peanut butter. You have no idea.

waiting: for payday so I can go buy paint for the guest bedroom.

liking: the way Hazel’s hair is laying today.

wondering: if I will ever follow through with getting something published.

loving: the sunny weather. It’s such a comfort after so much rain.

hoping: that this summer is as magical as I hope it will be, as I want it to be.

marveling: that one of my nearest and dearest friends is spending the money to come see me this summer. I’m such a lucky girl.

needing: a haircut.

smelling: all the smells of spring in the country that are coming through the open windows. :-)

wearing: workout clothes. What else is there?

following: Jess @ littlebabygarvin.com. Her blog is so pretty.

noticing: that as much as I like sleeping in, our mornings are happier when I wake up early, have coffee, and workout before the girls wake up.

knowing: that 5 am is going to come really soon and I should go to bed now.

thinking: if I can sneak in a glass of wine before bed.

feeling: exhausted, but happy and content as well.

bookmarking: patterns for dress up clothes for the girls.

opening: my eyes. Seriously, today was exhausting (in a good way), but still exhausting.

giggling: over the silliness that ensues when my parents and the girls are combined. I love the four of them together. My world is rarely more perfect than when we are all together.

4

6

 

Making: beds. always.
Cooking: chocolate no bake cookies
Drinking: sunset margaritas
Reading: Gone for Good (sidebar link)
Wanting: more time
Looking: for signs that our garden didn’t die from the cold night temperatures.
Playing: dance party with Anna
Wasting: food
Sewing: yea right…
Wishing: for wine with a friend
Enjoying: Carl Doy
Waiting: for nap time
Liking: that Margo has been sleeping better at night
Wondering: if chalk pain is a worth it
Loving: pastel and wood bathrooms
Hoping: to find a good Dr. for Anna’s surgery
Marvelling: at local habits
Needing: a haircut
Smelling: ‘Man Town’ by Yankee Candle.
Wearing: tank tops and leggings
Following: Ben Sasso’s blog
Noticing: I need a tan
Knowing: I should relax more
Thinking: summer fun
Feeling: a little frumpy
Bookmarking: Caramel Apple Pudding
Opening: containers of rice milk
Giggling: at Anna and Margo wrestling
Feeling: content – See more at: http://mybabybirds.blogspot.com/#sthash.0Y0QVKsv.dpuf
Making: beds. always.
Cooking: chocolate no bake cookies
Drinking: sunset margaritas
Reading: Gone for Good (sidebar link)
Wanting: more time
Looking: for signs that our garden didn’t die from the cold night temperatures.
Playing: dance party with Anna
Wasting: food
Sewing: yea right…
Wishing: for wine with a friend
Enjoying: Carl Doy
Waiting: for nap time
Liking: that Margo has been sleeping better at night
Wondering: if chalk pain is a worth it
Loving: pastel and wood bathrooms
Hoping: to find a good Dr. for Anna’s surgery
Marvelling: at local habits
Needing: a haircut
Smelling: ‘Man Town’ by Yankee Candle.
Wearing: tank tops and leggings
Following: Ben Sasso’s blog
Noticing: I need a tan
Knowing: I should relax more
Thinking: summer fun
Feeling: a little frumpy
Bookmarking: Caramel Apple Pudding
Opening: containers of rice milk
Giggling: at Anna and Margo wrestling
Feeling: content – See more at: http://mybabybirds.blogspot.com/#sthash.0Y0QVKsv.dpuf

Oh, potty training. How you filled me with hope and dread all at the same time.

I did the naked weekend approach the Friday, Saturday, and Sunday after the girls turned two. It was also the weekend that we got a ton of snow and were stranded at home anyway. so that worked out nicely. It actually went pretty well. Hazel caught on quickly and by the second day was going to the training potty whenever she had to pee. Getting her to poop in it took a while. She would hide and go on the floor and then come and get me so I could clean it up. :-)

Haley would sit, but needed to be directed to sit. Reminding her was never enough.

Me: Haley, do you need to go potty?

Haley: No, I okay.

Every. Time.

So, we came out of the naked weekend with one girl mostly potty trained and one reluctantly kinda, sorta only-if-you-stayed-on-top-of-her trained. We even had successful trips out of the house to the park, the library, and play dates. I was feeling fairly confident that our diaper days were numbered (I was still using diapers for nap and night time).

Two weeks late, it was like someone slammed on the breaks. Haley would start to cry if I even mentioned the potty and Hazel couldn’t have cared less about where she peed, but they both still wanted to wear their underwear. It was so frustrating. I started a three strikes, you’re out policy. They got a choice in the morning between diaper and underwear. If they chose underwear they had it sit on the potty and if they didn’t want to, or had three accidents in a row, they went into diapers. It worked, a little, but it was exhausting and they eventually went back to being in diapers 100% of the time. And you thought I was being overdramatic calling this a saga.

I don’t know what happened. Maybe I tried to train too soon. but they were showing all the signs of being ready that I had read to look for. Eh. I guess it doesn’t really matter. Hazel is potty trained as far as poop is concerned. She rarely has a bowel movement (in case anyone is getting sick of the P word) in her diaper anymore. Over the weekend Haley suddenly started going in the potty again. Much to my surprise, she was dry when she woke up yesterday, asked for underwear, and in the potty all day with only one tiny accident.

I guess the point of this post is just to say that I’m following their leads. My sister-in-law said potty training clicked for Eva when she was about two and a half. Maybe the same will happen for the H’s. But if having twins has taught me anything, it’s that no matter how much I plan and organize if the girls aren’t ready, it ain’t gonna happen. And that’s beginning to be okay with me. We’ll get there when we get there.

What’s that phrase? April goes out like a lion? Is that right? Well, whatever it is about April dumping rain all over everything, it was definitely true for the last part of the month. It was almost constant and occasionally it would stop and the sun would come out and you would sigh and think that finally it was going to be possible to take the kids outside to play and then… it would start raining again.  Yes, I am a bad Oregonian. I do not enjoy the rain, as a rule. There are exceptions, but mostly I do not like it and I give a cheer when it goes away for a while.  And it’s gone until Sunday.

PicMonkey Collage

There’s nothing that gets us girls more excited some sunshine and an afternoon spent outside.

PicMonkey

Also, it’s so easy to get pretty pictures of the girls when the sun is out. I have been dying to take some sunny pictures of the ladies in their dresses for a couple of weeks now. I feel like they are growing up so fast and if I don’t start taking some good pictures then I’ll have missed something. Haley will even tell me “I growing too fast, Mommy.” And I say “yes, you are, Haley”.

13

I wish I could remember who this poem is by, but this black and white of Hazel makes me think of it.

And the riverbank sings

Of the waters of March

It’s the end of despair

It’s the joy in your heart

8

I got so excited about the sun that my paste-y, paste-y legs came out.

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14I’m trying to make a bucket list for this summer. The problem I ran into last year was that I had all these things I wanted to do, but I didn’t write them down and before I knew it the summer was almost over or I missed the dates for events that I wanted to go to. I want to go to Oaks Park, the beach, the lavender festival, berry picking, but I know there are lots of other things going on. Does anyone have any recommendations?

16Haley took this picture. Kinda. But she was very insistent about taking a picture by herself. So all I did was hold the camera and help her press the button. She was so proud.

17And, of course, little sister had to have a turn. But, y’all, this was the stillest Haley has held for a picture in her entire life. I love these girls.

[Our neighbor has about nine pygmy goats. Goats who get out and into our yard at least once a day. They are harmless and runaway if the girls so much as look in their direction.]

Hazel: No, goats! Stop eating mine grass! That ours!

2a

[I hear this all the time. From both girls, but Hazel started it. They want to know the title of every single song they hear, which is great because they can tell me when they want to hear a certain song, but exhausting when they ask it three times in a row for the same song.]

Hazel: What that song is?

 

Haley: Calm down, dear. Tell what’s happened?

 

Haley: Daddy, you funny?

Ken: Yes, I’m funny.

Haley: Haha. You think so.

 

Hazel: Go ‘side right now! One, two, three… [Give you one guess who she's imitating here.]

1a

Hazel: I can’t find my head, sissy.

Haley: Don’t worry, I find your head! Here’s your head.

 

Hazel: [whenever Ken coughs] Easy, Daddy, easy. I got you.

 

Hazel: Follow me, Daddy.

Ken: Where are we going?

Hazel: Um, I don’t know.

Me: Hazel, say ‘don’t ask silly questions, daddy’.

Hazel: [haltingly] Don’t ask silly questions, Daddy. [with authority] Now, come on!

 

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