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Why is it that sincere thank you notes are so much harder than ones you're indifferent about? Today I sat down to write the most ...

Happy Halloweenie from some twins who are Teeny Yes, they ARE dressed up like Winston & Churchill ... Hoping your Halloween is full ...

I'm trying to decide if I should dust the cobwebs off my blog or allow them to stay as festive Halloween decorations. Probably du...

Bargaining with babies is hard. I thought the Schmidtlets and I had a deal: no learning to crawl until after I turned in m...

Yesterday the boys woke up at 4:45. They were fussy all morning, feeding off my own nervous energy. We were visiting the elementary s...

Writing with infant twins is hard. In other shocking news: water is wet, books contain words, new mothers lack sleep. Maybe it's that s...

Meet Churchill. The frog, not the baby - that's Brad.  Here's his brother, Winston. Hippo = Winston, Baby= Asher The...

I discovered recently that not everyone dyes their milk pink for Valentine's Day, or green for St. Patrick's Day. This baffl...

I'm living my life in twos right now. Two bassinets perched at the end of my bed. Two binks to locate when they drop from two li...

Back before there were Schmidtlets, we used to refer to their room as the NTB: Nursery To Be. It was my favorite writing room -- how can you...

I've always been a rules girl. Sticker charts were made for people like me. If I set the table I got a sticker. If I made my bed I got a...

 My last day of school was Friday. I've spent the past seven weeks very conflicted about today – the battle of exhaustion vers...

So, I tell you we're having some babies, I accept all of your congratulations, and then I disappear again. Bad Tiffany! I was actua...

It's been a heckofa long time since I blogged. Normally I don't make excuses for blog lapses; you just can assume I've been: A) ...