So yesterday, I'm cleaning the bedroom and Lily runs in the room screaming "The babies jumped out the window!" Now, my first reaction was they went out their bedroom window which is beside the front porch, against the rules, but practically benign. So out I go to get them and they come around the side of the house (the front) with grass stains all over their butts. No, not their bedroom window, but the living room window which is an 8 foot drop to the ground. Apparently, they were playing Superman (again...more of Superman to come later) and decided to strip naked and jump 8 feet to the ground. It was, yet again, one of those "What in the hell were you thinking???" panic moments for me. They thought it was fairly funny.
Superman 2: I hear uncontrollable laughter (clue #1 that something is being destroyed or is about to go horribly wrong) coming from the kitchen. I go to see what is being destroyed and I see both of the twins on top of the fridge swan diving onto the dining room chairs (they have wheels) yelling "I'm Superman!" as the hit the chair and it goes flying across the kitchen floor. I, yet again, was seeing an ER trip in my future, but they never got hurt. Time out did ensue.
In an effort to keep track of them (almost impossible, they are worse than trying to herd cats) I took them to the bathroom with me while I was cleaning it. I turn my back for a second and they dumped a gallon of bleach all over the floor. So now I have an EXTREMELY clean bathroom, It was horrible in there. I had to open all the windows. My sinuses are dead.
Lily sees a little girl on TV and says " I bet she doesn't have as much as I do" Rachel says:"Lily, you don't know what she has, you don't know her, she could have more than you, she could look poor but be filthy rich" Lily:" If she is so rich why doesn't she have a bathtub to take a bath in if she's filthy?" Rachel :" Lily, the point is you cant judge a book by its cover" Lily :" Why are we talking about books now?" Rachel : *sighs loudly* "Ughhhhh, I give up".
Talking to Daddy on the phone has prompted a screaming battle between the twins: "I talked to Daddy" " I talked to Daddy, too" "I talked longer than you did" "No, you didn't" "Yes, I did" "Well, Daddy loves me more" *crying and fist fighting*
This is a really cute story. I took my daughters cat in for a check up to the vet. While in the room waiting for the vet to come back in, the twins spy the milkbone dog biscuits (samples for you to take home to your dog). So they want to take two home for Zoey (our Great Pyrenees). They are sitting in the chairs quietly (which never happens, so I look over to see what is going on and they both have the "cat that ate the canary" smirk on their faces. I asked what they were doing and I get a muffled "nuffin". So I walk over and see that they have been eating the milkbones. As I tried to get them from their hands the vet walks in and sees what is happening. She grabs a milkbone and sits down between the twins and starts eating one herself. I looked at her with the "What the hell are you doing, I was trying to get them to quit that" look. She shrugs and says "If I wouldn't eat it myself, I wouldn't give it to my dog!" Props to her. Made me feel better!
I have a Dove chocolate bar sitting on my desk and the twins come in and are eyeing it up....I don't say anything, Izzi looks at me and says "Can we have chocolate, too?" Gabbi smacks her arm and says "Izzi, I said talk to her and I grab the candy!" hehehehe. plans foiled again.
Ok this is really gross, but those of you with small children will get a laugh out of this...we had kale the other day and Gabbi went to poop in the potty and yelled for me, I go in the bathroom and she is standing there with her eyes wide and her mouth gaped open, I said "What's wrong?" She says " Mommy! I pooped a pickle!!" Yep...there it was, a green turd that looked just like a pickle
This is what happens when I take a 10 minute shower...paint...ALL OVER
