My children are creative. Am I allowed to say that about my own children? I’m serious though……they come up with things I never did when I was a kid, have never thougth of, and never would have imagined in all my wildest nightmares.
Ryley and Grace are 12 1/2 months apart……they’ve been called Irish Twins by their half Irish grandparents. I guess it fits. They are absolute trouble together. And they are ever so creative in the trouble they make and/or get into. I don’t know how many times I have just stood there, jaw on the floor in utter shock at the new form of “play” they have come up with……….They have done the usual coloring on whateve surface is handy……We had most of our house repainted last summer as a result of this “artwork” (not before taking photos to document!!). Two Christmases ago, I lost almost an entire porcelain nativity set. They had grabbed one of the larger pieces and chucked it over the baby gate as far as they could into Ryley’s room. Then they used that piece for target practice with all the other pieces they could get their hands on. Should have known I was in BIG trouble when I heard their hysterical laughter from downstairs in the kitchen. I caught them when Mary, the donkey and one cow were left. Tragedy. Then there was the day I was “working from home”, and it suddenly was too quiet, then again with the hysterical laughter. They were in my bathroom, had stopped the tub, filled it with water and then threw everything in they could get their hands on, including the scale, 12 rolls of toilet paper, my make-up bag, and a few other odds an ends. The carpets in their rooms have been trashed more than once by them dumping and then “finger-painting” with shampoo, bubble bath, and shower gel. Still haven’t gotten that completely out of Ethan’s and Ryley’s rooms. We won’t even mention the TWO haircuts Ryley has given Grace. We stopped gymnastics after I caught them hanging on the closet bar and swinging like on the bars in gymnastics. There was the mud day almost two years ago……we finally just stripped them to diapers/underwear and let them go at it in the mud in the backyard. It was easier than fighting them on it any further. Now, if I’m walking into a room they might be in and I hear the word “HIDE!” I know I’m in trouble…….We have covers on the knobs to the bathroom downstairs and the pantry….they learned how to open them. When Ryley was three, i caught him trying to “cook” his own waffles in the toaster, just a couple of days after they got in trouble for sitting under the dining room table, eating the entire package of frozen waffles. Guess I wasn’t fast enough on the breakfast trigger! Now they get breakfast as soon as they are up and dressed! Let’s see…what else? They have cleaned out my entire linen closet a few times of ALL the sheets and towels to build “forts” in Ryley’s room. Michael built a cat tower and put it in Ry’s room for the cats to play in. Ryley and Grace use it to climb up and launch stuff off of. I can’t count the many different places I have found playdough.
They are not in the same class at preschool. We had a long discussion with the director last summer about this. She completely agreed when I requested Grace NOT be moved up to pre-k where Ryley would still be this year. She said when they’re in their own classes, they’re great listeners, etc, but put them together and that all goes out the window! I’m glad they are so close…..it’s making for some knockdown dragout battles now, but then they work together to create a new disaster and all is well. Creativity….let’s just hope they put it to better use when they grow up!!!