Weekend Woes
This weekend went fairly well, I suppose. Only a few minor mishaps occurred with the babies.
They still ADORE their Valentine's balloons. This means that we have breakfast, lunch and dinner with our balloons by our sides.
If they are not by our side, we cry incessantly. Should another of our siblings touch our balloon, we cry.
Kian has a nasty habit of being able to run through a room collecting balloons as he goes without having to even break stride.
This means that it has been very, very loud at my house since last Thursday. If you come within even a few feet of Kian, you will inspire him to reach out and casually bop you on the head.
Parental units are not exempt from such behaviour, either, which has opened up a whole new avenue of disciplinary measures.
While Kian is balloon gathering, and head bopping (he prefers to think of it as playing "Little Bunny Foo-Foo" which of course it is NOT,) Kaiden is busy taking advantage of the diversion.
Kaiden has discovered that if he makes his move while Vivienne is crying beautifully in the corner and Kian is getting put into time out for having hit her, that nobody really notices that he is scaling up the side of the piano.
Heck, it was so loud this past weekend, that we didn't even hear him stop to play us a lovely aria with his feet on his way up to the very top of the piano cabinet.
Since nobody really noticed as we were both busy with the other babies, Kaiden took the opportunity to explore a NEW avenue.
He has figured out that he can get his legs down behind the cabinet of the piano in between it and the wall.
Thankfully, his backside is much to big with its diaper on, to allow him to fit completely down into the crevice, otherwise we would ALL be in trouble.
Nope, he cannot fall behind the piano, but he can, however, get royally stuck.
He doesn't understand that the ground is no where near his toes which are dangling in mid-air behind the piano.
In fact, he is quite upset with the idea that he cannot fit into the crevice where so many of his toys have been fitting quite nicely (he has amassed quite the collection back there!)
I suppose there is something to be said for removing the other avenues of destruction that the babies normally would take during such times of diversion.
You see, I ran accross one of those lovely little stove locks at the store the other day, and have since managed to make it actually WORK on our double oven.
No longer are the babies able to tail-gate in the oven in the kitchen. They are royally mad about not being able to "Cook" their stuffed picnic foods.
They are even more mad about not having access to the fun shelve that they had become so adept at removing and scraping accross the kitchen floor.
The chandelier has been raised out of their reach as well, which has really forced them to get creative when getting into trouble.
Yesterday, husband had to remove no less than 5 cars, 3 rings, and several Backyardigan figures from the soot in the fireplace.
Two baby boys also had to be plucked from amongst the ashes, and they had to have their clothing changed and their little paws washed.
Husband very painstakingly swept everything back into the fireplace, closed the curtain, and re-assembled the fireplace fan and positioned it to where the babies would really have to work at it to get in there.
This did not deter them, however, it just encouraged a new form of play.
Kaiden and Kian immediately improvised and started tossing small train engines over the fan, and through the tiny gap in the curtain into the ashes.
Their new game rather resembles a carnival basket-toss game of sorts. I suppose the next big purchase will be something to try and keep them out of the fireplace with.
Needless to say, there have been many new games that have come out of the fact that the oven and chandelier are off limits.
Now it's the work-week, and I must find time to work. Today, Bregon is out of school, so he was able to keep an eye on the munchkins while I worked a bit.
Tomorrow, however, will be a different story entirely. Who knows what the babies will manage to come up with while I try and work!
They still ADORE their Valentine's balloons. This means that we have breakfast, lunch and dinner with our balloons by our sides.
If they are not by our side, we cry incessantly. Should another of our siblings touch our balloon, we cry.
Kian has a nasty habit of being able to run through a room collecting balloons as he goes without having to even break stride.
This means that it has been very, very loud at my house since last Thursday. If you come within even a few feet of Kian, you will inspire him to reach out and casually bop you on the head.
Parental units are not exempt from such behaviour, either, which has opened up a whole new avenue of disciplinary measures.
While Kian is balloon gathering, and head bopping (he prefers to think of it as playing "Little Bunny Foo-Foo" which of course it is NOT,) Kaiden is busy taking advantage of the diversion.
Kaiden has discovered that if he makes his move while Vivienne is crying beautifully in the corner and Kian is getting put into time out for having hit her, that nobody really notices that he is scaling up the side of the piano.
Heck, it was so loud this past weekend, that we didn't even hear him stop to play us a lovely aria with his feet on his way up to the very top of the piano cabinet.
Since nobody really noticed as we were both busy with the other babies, Kaiden took the opportunity to explore a NEW avenue.
He has figured out that he can get his legs down behind the cabinet of the piano in between it and the wall.
Thankfully, his backside is much to big with its diaper on, to allow him to fit completely down into the crevice, otherwise we would ALL be in trouble.
Nope, he cannot fall behind the piano, but he can, however, get royally stuck.
He doesn't understand that the ground is no where near his toes which are dangling in mid-air behind the piano.
In fact, he is quite upset with the idea that he cannot fit into the crevice where so many of his toys have been fitting quite nicely (he has amassed quite the collection back there!)
I suppose there is something to be said for removing the other avenues of destruction that the babies normally would take during such times of diversion.
You see, I ran accross one of those lovely little stove locks at the store the other day, and have since managed to make it actually WORK on our double oven.
No longer are the babies able to tail-gate in the oven in the kitchen. They are royally mad about not being able to "Cook" their stuffed picnic foods.
They are even more mad about not having access to the fun shelve that they had become so adept at removing and scraping accross the kitchen floor.
The chandelier has been raised out of their reach as well, which has really forced them to get creative when getting into trouble.
Yesterday, husband had to remove no less than 5 cars, 3 rings, and several Backyardigan figures from the soot in the fireplace.
Two baby boys also had to be plucked from amongst the ashes, and they had to have their clothing changed and their little paws washed.
Husband very painstakingly swept everything back into the fireplace, closed the curtain, and re-assembled the fireplace fan and positioned it to where the babies would really have to work at it to get in there.
This did not deter them, however, it just encouraged a new form of play.
Kaiden and Kian immediately improvised and started tossing small train engines over the fan, and through the tiny gap in the curtain into the ashes.
Their new game rather resembles a carnival basket-toss game of sorts. I suppose the next big purchase will be something to try and keep them out of the fireplace with.
Needless to say, there have been many new games that have come out of the fact that the oven and chandelier are off limits.
Now it's the work-week, and I must find time to work. Today, Bregon is out of school, so he was able to keep an eye on the munchkins while I worked a bit.
Tomorrow, however, will be a different story entirely. Who knows what the babies will manage to come up with while I try and work!
posted by Mimi Rankin Webb at 3:13 PM
Mimi is the mother of four: a 12 1/2-year-old boy and 1-year-old triplets (two boys and one girl). She is very happily busy taking care of everyone, whether it's the triplets' multiple doctor appointments, attempting a shopping excursion or volunteering to plan her son's school renaissance festival.
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