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<h3>Two Weeks Complete</h3>
Well, another week down, which means that Matt and I have now been separated the longest we've ever been since getting married. Taking care of the girls keeps me busy, so most days aren't too difficult emotionally. But then there are days like Monday.
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The girls didn't take their naps and were fussy ALL day. I was able to Skype with one of my oldest friends (who I haven't talked to in about 3 years!) but apart from that, I wasn't able to do much all day. I don't know how to describe how hard it was, but the worst part was wondering the entire time, "what did I do wrong? Or what did I miss?" I knew the girls weren't to blame ... there must be a reason for their fussiness. I'm still not sure what it was, but by the end of the day, the girls were finally able to sleep. And all I wanted was for Matt to be back by my side. 

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<h3>Saying Thank You</h3>
The next day the girls were back on schedule and much happier. We took a walk to deliver some Thank You goodie bags to our security guards. They've noticed me struggling with the girls and will go out of their way to get the door or elevator for me (even though that's not really part of their job).

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<h3>A Strange Q&A Session</h3>
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Wednesday, the girls and I went on a little adventure. I found a place nearby called "The Bless Shop." They sell donated clothing and household items and give the proceeds to refugees and others in need. I gathered up some things and dropped them off. While there, I ended up in an interesting conversation with an older lady (OL).

The conversations always start the same...

OL: "Twins?!"
Me: "Yes, both girls." (I go ahead and add the last part since I know it's the next question coming anyway.)

Usually, the other person will say something about how cute they are, but this is where the conversation got interesting...

OL: <em>looks closely at both girls</em> "Why do they look like boys? They look like boys."
Me: "Well, uh..." <em>floundering for a response.</em> "They're girls. Maybe it's just because they're tired and hot."

OL: "They look like boys. So, why this one's cheeks so rosy?"
Me: "Well, they are ho..."
OL: "Breast milk, yeah?"

Me: <em>a little taken aback ... and wanting to change the direction of the conversation anyway...</em> "Well, actually they're adopted, so they drink formula."

OL: "Oh, adopted! Where they from?"
Me: "They were born here."
OL: "Yeah, but where's the mother from?"
Me: "From (country)."
OL: "That's why. They don't look Chinese. Or Malay." <em>Shaking her head.</em> "So why you adopt?"
Me: "We ..."
OL: "You're so young. Why would you adopt?"
Me: "We..."
OL: "I mean, don't you want kids of your own?"
Me: "If God gives us some, but we want to care for kids who are in need of a family."
OL: "Oh, but twins are hard." <em>She sighs.</em>

My head was kind of spinning after that conversation. I couldn't help wondering what it will be like when the girls can understand everything that's being said. I wished Matt had been there. He's not afraid to be more direct and can still keep the conversation friendly.

<h3>Not Boys</h3>
After that, we headed to Mr. DIY. It's a store that sells just about everything at pretty cheap prices. I wanted to see if they had any baby books. When the girls first came to be with us, we were given a bunch of books. Two of the most-loved ones I had to throw out piece by piece as they started getting torn apart ... but I noticed that they were made by Mr. DIY! I wasn't sure if they'd still carry them, but thought it was worth a look.

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Sure enough ... we found them!

I bought a whole set, including the two that the girls had originally. When we got home, Squirt brushed through the pile until she found their favorite:

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It was so cute to see them recognize it.

I also bought some cute headbands ... (yes, the comment about them being boys had something to do with that. :P) We were given some headbands when the girls were little, but they are tight and the elastic just doesn't look comfortable.

I'm not a girly girl (most days my hair goes up in a ponytail), but I picked out cute bands that I could see myself wearing:

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See, they don't look like boys!!

<h3>Mommy needs to make more food!</h3>
For dinner, I made sweet potato, lentil, rice balls. I'd already made the mixture

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(which Squish enjoyed trying).

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While the girls watched me, I rounded the mixture into balls and baked them in the oven. After they cooled down, I broke them apart and handed them out ... and kept handing them out. I really thought that I'd have some left over, but they ate all this (plus more) in one sitting!!

I was going to eat some with them, but ended up frying an egg :)

We had quite the day! These girls are going to have lots to tell Daddy on their next call!