Add that to the Exploding Sprite Incident yesterday (Matthew got into laundry room cupboard where I
It's like having little Tasmanian devils whirling around the house.
Of course, it's not as bad as last week when I had to call Poison Control on Leah. Again. It all started when I was taking a shower and Matthew came in to tell me he had pooped in his underwear. As I had just put shampoo in my hair, I told him to stand there until I could get rinsed off and then I would help him. Meanwhile, Leah appeared with an open bottle of gummy bear vitamins in her hand. Judging by the amount left, she probably ate twenty or more. So, for the second time in a month I was on the phone to Poison Control explaining how my child had just managed to get around another childproof lid. This is when the operator was like, "You know, Mrs. Overly, wild hyenas would be more competent at raising children than you are."
Okay, she didn't really say that. But I have a feeling that I don't have any more freebies before CPS shows up on my doorstep.
After the call to Poison Control I got Matthew cleaned up, and then jumped back in the shower to rinse the shampoo out of my hair. While I was in there my little destroying angels went into Michael's bathroom, emptied his entire drawer of dinosaur dental flossers into the toilet, and then played a splash game involving toilet water and my freshly washed rugs. By the time I got that cleaned up and bathed both toddlers, Leah needed to go potty. While I took her to the big potty Matthew took care of his business on the froggy potty and then helpfully dumped it all over the carpet.
I won't even mention the Magnets in the Toilet Incident or the Poop All Over the Carseat Incident.
Let's just say these two might be taking naps until their college days.