So, things just keep splashing along over here at our house. I have four full-time re-arrangers on staff, and let me tell you, they do not slack off. When they are on the job, they really put their minds to it, and use the proverbial elbow grease.The twins have become enamored of doing chores – usually with the laundry, which involves snagging whatever they can reach out of the laundry basket or off the table and charging off to stuff it into something somewhere. They also rearrange their room every time they think about napping. They do this by wildly skooching their cribs around until they can grab hands and work as a team. Sometimes in their aimless wanderings, they chance to pass by the changing table close enough to grab the wet wipes, which I believe they scrapbook about later, with lots of special words like experience and dream in fancy fonts around the pictures.These helpers of mine are so diligent that I have taken to loading the dishwasher in secret. I prepare all the dishes in the sink for quick entry, check to see if anyone is lurking, Â crack it open, and start chucking. I don’t know how it is, but one dish-clack in, and I hear a delighted scream and pounding fat feet. They round the corner as I slam it back shut and wipe the sweat from my brow. Often times this is just a half-time break, and I have to go pretend to do something else for a while.This morning my husband was making scrambled eggs, and as he scrambled, this team of efficiency snuck up behind him and took the egg carton off the counter and set it on the floor. We both heard it without hearing it, if you know what I mean. They were moving those eggs as fast as they could out of the carton and throwing them into the sink. Even after he saw it, and tried to stop it, I think they got another three rounds off. Meanwhile, I had to snake the battery out of our kitchen clock for something else, and you would be surprised how much of the time I can believe it is 9:15.