A Kian In The Wall

Today, I made the mistake of thinking that it might be alright to run to the bathroom, AGAIN.

I really should know better after the last few times I tried to do something human and returned only to find my world in chaos.

Let's see, there was the time I came back and found Kian tailgating in my bottom oven while Kai was busy swinging from my dining room chandelier.

Then there was the time I came back from the potty only to discover exactly how quickly two little boys can disassemble an entire laptop keyboard using only a Lego airplane and their bare hands.

The sandbox incident probably doesn't even warrant mentioning, again, save for the fact that we don't even HAVE A SANDBOX! (Where adults are from, we call it the FIREPLACE!)

I don't know what I was thinking. I don't think I shall EVER go potty while on my watch AGAIN, EVER!

The coast seemed clear. Everything was quiet, and peaceful, and the babies all seemed innocently occupied with their various endeavors.

Little did I know, they were apparently plotting and planning in silence amongst themselves.

Did I mention that multiples do not have to necessarily speak to know what the other is thinking? Yes, this happens all the time at my house.

Well, while I was in my bathroom, I heard a funny noise. It didn't sound like the fireplace screen, and no piano keys were plunked by the sound of it, so I didn't think anything of it, really.

When I came back into my living room, I took a quick headcount and came up one short.

That's when I noticed that half of the Rose Petal Cottage (the one with the door) was on its side, AGAIN.

It's not the first time someone has thought to tip it over to upset Vivienne.

In fact, just yesterday I found myself having to rescue the stove, one of the baby cradles, and the armchair from misuse by her errant brothers.

But this time, it was different. It was rather like the time we caught Kai sitting on the back of the piano attempting to play Santa by trying out the chimney in that half of the cottage.

But really, this was different in that they actually had done something.

As I approached the play corner in the back of my living room, I noticed that the frame of the play house appeared bent somehow.

Then I realized that Kaiden appeared to have just stepped out of what appeared to be the door of the cottage even though it was on its side.

Something just wasn't right. Then I realized what was wrong. Kian was inside the house, only he really wasn't on the actual right side of the inside.

You see, its has two sides that fasten to the frame, with the printside on the outsides respectively and the two unprinted sides are interfacing.

The boys apparently had thought it must be a good idea to give the window a try. There was only one little problem.

The window is open only on the outside part. The inside layer is meshed over and impossible to climb through without tearing or ripping it.

So, the boys had actually made it through one layer, only to find themselves INSIDE the walls, in between the two layers.

Apparently, Kaiden had figured out how to climb out of the predicament somehow. Kian, who isn't a very good climber, wasn't so lucky.

In fact, fortune just was NOT on his side at all. He had managed to get himself stuck, and was in full blown hysterics by the time I arrived on the scene.

Kian was actually stuck in between the two panels of the play house wall. Thankfully it is made of canvas!

Kai had tried to make Kian feel better by handing him a rather large motorized school bus, a Thomas the Train Engine car and a red racing car to play with while stuck inside the walls.

It was quite a sight to see, and rather resembled a bad horror flick where the heroine ends up inside the walls of an old house while the villain is chasing her...

It is funny now, after the fact, but at the time it was awful. You have to understand the logistics of this tiny window and the fact that Kian has a rather large head.

When I stood him up and went to try and pull him out the way he had managed to get inside, I found out exactly how large his head really is!

He had apparently just barely made it through that window, and now that he was refusing to put down those toys, he really wouldn't fit!

I had to take away the toys, which made him cry harder, and then I had to raise his arms up over his head and take him out that way.

If only I had been thinking, I would have simply unzipped the back and let him out that way, but in all the hysteria and chaos, I didn't think of it until afterward.

Nobody got hurt, and the play house was easily set back to right. But I think that the boys really learned that climbing through windows just isn't a very good idea!