Up.
To.
Here. (wherever 'here' is. It's to the moon and back for me)
With what, you say?
Well, betcha can't guess.
These 'cute' little monkeys have been up to NO GOOD lately. Maybe it's because they're TWO. Maybe it's because they are twins and FEED OFF EACH OTHER. Maybe it's because they're BOYS.
(There may or may not be any reason that it's because I don't always watch them LIKE A HAWK AT ALL TIMES like I'm learning I should. Tell me, when does a woman shower. I mean, really?!)
Let me just name a few things that they have broken, gotten in to, or destroyed lately. Now just remember, this list has nothing to do with the NORMAL, daily occurances such as spills, messes, fighting, etc. This list entails things that are 'over the top' that have really put a bee in my bonnet and have started me thinking about early enrollment into preschool.
Here they are in no particular order. Yet.
1) Ben has won several awards at work that he has displayed on his computer desk downstairs. They just happen to be made completely of glass. I came running downstairs when I heard a banging sound and low and behold, two of his awards (one for each twin to have in their hand, of course) were shattered all over my treadmill. The boys thought it was funny to throw the awards at the treadmill to see if they would break. Oh. They did.
2)They got a pen and scratched up the computer monitor.
3)The boys were jumping around downstairs and banged up against a wall-hanging. It dropped to the floor and the glass shattered. Wall-hanging is no longer hanging on the wall.
4)Nathan decided to test his strength by throwing a chair down the stairs. It knocked a huge dent into the wall at the bottom of the stairs.
5) Can I just say food coloring? Imagine the worst possible. Yep, it happened. Twin boys find the food coloring. Twin boys decide to take caps off food coloring and see what pretty colors they make as they get these colors all over their faces, hands, clothing, wood flooring, and carpet. I think I scrubbed for at least two hours to get the coloring out of the carpet. Yeah, It's still there. Nice yellow and green on the living room carpet and stairs, along with blue, red and green on the wood flooring in the kitchen. Artwork? Exploring their creative sides? No. I don't think so. I think they do these things to send me to my grave early.
Okay, here is the worst one...
6)More banging sounds downstairs when I am upstairs (for a BRIEF MOMENT IN TIME. It's not like I hang out wherever they AREN'T.) I come downstairs and ask them to stop the banging or else it's time out. I ask my daughter what they were banging on (because I can't see any visible marks anywhere) and she said, "the TV". Sure enough. I turned on the TV and there are pretty vertical and horizontal lines covering our (expensive) TV. Blocks. They found blocks and decided it would be fun to throw them at the TV (where do they get these ideas, really? I don't sit them down and teach them these things, I PROMISE!!) TV is now ruined. Thanks to the buddies.
No, I think this is the worst one yet.
7) I was finishing my morning run on the treadmill downstairs. The boys had gone upstairs for what was MAYBE two minutes. I heard a banging upstairs and I thought. Oh no. Not the piano. I bolted up the stairs as fast as I could. Sure enough. Knives. Really sharp, pointy ones. Stabbing--for fun--into the piano bench. Now this isn't some hand-me-down piano. I bought this thing with my hard earned money back when I was single. I even had it custom made and it was a pretty thing that cost a pretty penny. Now it has 'pretty' little stab marks all up and down its bench. Tell me if I was happy about that one.
Anyone want us to come over and play? We're lots of fun and we know how to have a good time!
Addie never did this kind of stuff. I know she didn't. I am right in the thick of finding out how boys operate. TWIN boys, none the less. And I'm not sure I'm liking it. I feel like I have to babyproof my house all over again.
Why can't they be this peaceful all of the time?
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to pray for strength.
