Double trouble? I'm going with triple trouble.

They say twins are double trouble, and I totally agree.  There are some times when I feel like I have triple trouble though, since the age gap isn't that large. 

There was the time the Big Guy was only about 18 or 19 months old.  The twins had been born a few weeks before.  The Big Guy had been playing in his room.  I left him to check on the twins, and when I came back he was gone.  I found him in the dining room ...with the salt shaker.


 
 

And then there was the powder incident of 2009... the Big Guy was only involved at the end, it was mostly all the twins.  No, the photo is not blurry.  That's a whole entire bottle of powder floating in the air.  The room was covered in seconds.

And lets not forget the 'Desitin Debacle' early summer of 2010.  The Bunny Bee and the Doodle Bop covered their whole entire room - floor, walls, dresser, toys, beds - and themselves - with a large tube of Desitin after they were tucked into bed for the night.

(Do you have any idea how LONG it takes to scrub Desitin off of an entire room? Not to mention kids.)



Why am I reminiscing you ask?  Friday I was exhausted.  The Big Guy was feeling a little under the weather so I kept him home from school.  I did something I never do. 

I fell asleep for an hour. 

I shouldn't even say an hour, because I think I was interrupted by the Big Guy at 10 minute intervals.  I remember pleading with him to just give me a few minutes.  Then I heard something about the boys stamping the kitchen counter.  Surely I heard that wrong.  I jumped up and ran straight to the kitchen. 

No.kids.anywhere.

What I did find, was a large Imaginex toy and an empty dinosaur bucket pulled up side by side under the kitchen counter.  You know, as if two kids had been using them to gain some extra height (since 2 out of 3 are not tall enough to get at things on the counter). 

And then I saw the mess.  Everything on the counter was not only moved and rummaged through, but the salt was open.  And poured all over the counter and into a glass baking dish I left out (to bake something in).  And then there was this.






I know, you're thinking what am I looking at?  What you are looking at is my new and not so improved kitchen counter that is now covered in red Elmo stamps.  None of the photos I tried to take really did it justice, but that gives you a little idea.  And they are everywhere.

The boys were all scattered in different rooms pretending like nothing had happened.  The Doodle Bop admits to being there and the Bunny Bee admits to doing it 'on accident by purpose' ... but I know it was a joint effort.

On one hand, what did I expect - falling asleep on a 5 year old and two 3 year olds.  On the other hand, I was furious.  There are days that I can run up and down the basement stairs for hours doing laundry and folding it all in my room and the worst that happens is I break up some arguments between the boys.  They totally took advantage of the fact that I was tired and went... crazy.  I'm more mad at myself, but I can't believe they did that.

Four days later I still can't get all that red ink completely removed from the counters.  I gotta say, that's some permanent ink.  That I only spent a dollar on at Target.  What value!

Wonder what the boys will come up with next...