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Wrecking Crew

Our two oldest are quite destructive lately. They usually wait till one of us leaves to be sure that they heavily out number the parent before putting any of there devious plans into effect.

Last week I called Kari from some hotel, somewhere, and learned that Rylee and Reagan had gotten into the bathroom, where they know they are not supposed to be, retrieved the fingernail polish, which they know they are not supposed to get into, and preceded to paint their nails, toenails, lips, arms, legs, and most disturbingly the couch. Fingernail polish doesn't come off of leather couches, encase you were wondering. In their defense, they did try to clean it up with a paper towel, which didn't improve the situation.

This morning when I called to check on my wife's sanity she was fuming mad. While she had been trying to feed Madison and Jordan, Rylee and Reagan moved a chair, climbed on top of a counter and retrieved a couple of indelible markers. They know that they are not supposed to touch those either and we thought that they were out of reach. They took said markers upstairs, where they wouldn't be interrupted, and proceeded to make wonderful designs on the walls and carpet. I have not yet attempted to undo that damage, but I don't have high hopes for the outcome.

I think that we are going to have to tie bells around their necks.

We are also having trouble with Bunker sneaking out into the dinning room at night to empty his bowels. It is not a nice way to wake up. You remember "Daddy...Dog poop." We thought that maybe his food was the problem and he has been on a new diet for a couple of weeks that has helped. And he has been fine if we keep him locked up in the bathroom, but when Kari allowed him to sleep in our room the night before last he did it again. That is the fourth time. I am pretty sure that it is a behavioral thing at this point. I'm not sure what we are going to do. We like having the dogs in the house for security. They don't do much good if they are locked up, but I don't want to have to deal with any more poop in the morning than I have to. And I mean that both ways.

Our house is a disaster.


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