Max & Macy. Macy & Max. Only 3 months apart, these two are quite the duo. It's okay that Macy consistently refers to Max as Drew (her cousin in Arizona) because Max consistently refers to Macy as Eliza (his cousin in Virginia). And when I say consistently, I mean ALL the time. No matter how many times you correct them, they remain Drew & Eliza.
They play surprisingly well together. Happy most of the time, sharing some of the time, and generally chasing each other around and laughing. And for 2 1/2 weeks they stayed out of trouble. We could leave them playing together and they were fine. Then one morning, Barb and I were caught by surprise. The day started out with Macy climbing up on the kitchen counter and devouring a whole jar of nutella. Well, mostly devouring, a significant amount ended up in her hair and clothes. So Barb took her upstairs and cleaned her up in the bath. While Macy bathed, Max took all the pictures of his cousins/aunts/uncles that were hanging from the stair banister, and hid them in various nooks and crannies in the attic. Once Macy was clean, and the pictures were put back in place, Max and Macy played up in the playroom in the attic. Jane (4) decided to take a bath next. Barb and I were downstairs in the livingroom when all of a sudden we heard an incredible amount of splashing. We rushed upstairs, Max had decided to join Jane (even though he was fully clothed) in the bath, and then they started splashing. Macy joined in the fun and by the time we got upstairs the bathroom was covered in an inch of water. We got out the pile of towells, changed Max and Macy's clothes and sent them off to play with Macy's toys in the basement. I fed Zoe, while Barb met with an insurance agent about health insurance. I decided to go down there and check on them and found them dancing. Dancing in a half a gallon of almond milk that they had poured on the floor and a half gallon of real maple syrup. There was A LOT of maple syrup in Macy's hair, so I think it may have been poured over her head. I called Barb down, and the two of us wrestled the kids back into the bath, and got them in new clothes again. Time for lunch! We fed the mischief makers and while Barb and I were finishing eating, Max and Macy ajourned to the dining room where Grammy had spent the morning pinning a quilt together. Before we realized what was happening, they had removed all the pretty yellow pins from the quilt, the pin cushion and the box and scatter them on the carpet. We put a movie on down in the basement, and Barb did the dishes, while I picked up the pins. Just as we were finishing cleaning up, Grammy came home from running errands all morning. We were relaying the happenings of the morning to Grammy when Max and Macy show up upstairs. Macy is buck naked. And has poop smeared on her hands, arms, belly and bottom. Max is right on her heals, covered from head to toe in a grey powdery substance, with only his blue eyes showing. We rush downstairs to see what happened. There is Macy's dirty diaper in the middle of the hall that she had removed. Max had emptied out the wood stove and deposited the ashes in piles in the windowsills, the corners, on the couch and obviously all over himself. Jane, is sitting stark naked in the bathroom sink, and when Barb asked what she was doing, she innocently replied that she wanted to take another bath. Needless to say, I cleaned up Max and loaded him in the car and took him for a drive. I wanted him contained, and where I could keep my eyes on him! I guess it's okay that all this happened, after all, it wasn't Max & Macy stirring up all the trouble, it was Drew & Eliza. Drew & Eliza's parents should really keep an eye on them ...
They play surprisingly well together. Happy most of the time, sharing some of the time, and generally chasing each other around and laughing. And for 2 1/2 weeks they stayed out of trouble. We could leave them playing together and they were fine. Then one morning, Barb and I were caught by surprise. The day started out with Macy climbing up on the kitchen counter and devouring a whole jar of nutella. Well, mostly devouring, a significant amount ended up in her hair and clothes. So Barb took her upstairs and cleaned her up in the bath. While Macy bathed, Max took all the pictures of his cousins/aunts/uncles that were hanging from the stair banister, and hid them in various nooks and crannies in the attic. Once Macy was clean, and the pictures were put back in place, Max and Macy played up in the playroom in the attic. Jane (4) decided to take a bath next. Barb and I were downstairs in the livingroom when all of a sudden we heard an incredible amount of splashing. We rushed upstairs, Max had decided to join Jane (even though he was fully clothed) in the bath, and then they started splashing. Macy joined in the fun and by the time we got upstairs the bathroom was covered in an inch of water. We got out the pile of towells, changed Max and Macy's clothes and sent them off to play with Macy's toys in the basement. I fed Zoe, while Barb met with an insurance agent about health insurance. I decided to go down there and check on them and found them dancing. Dancing in a half a gallon of almond milk that they had poured on the floor and a half gallon of real maple syrup. There was A LOT of maple syrup in Macy's hair, so I think it may have been poured over her head. I called Barb down, and the two of us wrestled the kids back into the bath, and got them in new clothes again. Time for lunch! We fed the mischief makers and while Barb and I were finishing eating, Max and Macy ajourned to the dining room where Grammy had spent the morning pinning a quilt together. Before we realized what was happening, they had removed all the pretty yellow pins from the quilt, the pin cushion and the box and scatter them on the carpet. We put a movie on down in the basement, and Barb did the dishes, while I picked up the pins. Just as we were finishing cleaning up, Grammy came home from running errands all morning. We were relaying the happenings of the morning to Grammy when Max and Macy show up upstairs. Macy is buck naked. And has poop smeared on her hands, arms, belly and bottom. Max is right on her heals, covered from head to toe in a grey powdery substance, with only his blue eyes showing. We rush downstairs to see what happened. There is Macy's dirty diaper in the middle of the hall that she had removed. Max had emptied out the wood stove and deposited the ashes in piles in the windowsills, the corners, on the couch and obviously all over himself. Jane, is sitting stark naked in the bathroom sink, and when Barb asked what she was doing, she innocently replied that she wanted to take another bath. Needless to say, I cleaned up Max and loaded him in the car and took him for a drive. I wanted him contained, and where I could keep my eyes on him! I guess it's okay that all this happened, after all, it wasn't Max & Macy stirring up all the trouble, it was Drew & Eliza. Drew & Eliza's parents should really keep an eye on them ...
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Is this story for real? When my boys start creating trouble I call it "destruction mode." It can be very dangerous and expensive. For example, when they found my emergency cash and stamps and used the stamps like stickers and ripped some of the money.
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