That the two’s were terrible?  That person had one of two things wrong with him.  Number one, he must have never met an almost three year old or number two, he was totally full of crap. 

Let me tell you about my day yesterday.  To set this up for you, Gary is trying to sell his truck.  Which means that I get to answer the phone seventeen thousand times a day with the same answers. 

The first phone call of the day resulted in this:

Yes, well.  That was fun. 

Then I decided to do something in the kitchen.  When I heard giggles coming from the bathroom immediately after hearing the door shut, I decided to investigate. 

They look innocent enough, don’t they?

Yeah, no.  Anna was showing Grace the proper way to deposit items in the heat register.  Among them my good eye-brow tweezers that live in the medicine cabinet above the sink.  Which means she scaled the vanity to get to them. 

While I was digging dried Froot Loops and tweezers out of the register, Annie had pulled the cushion off the new chair and put it on the coffee table and was doing this:
“Mommy, jum!  Jum, Mommy!”  Yes, I can see that, thank you. 

While I answered yet another phone call, Herself decided to talk to Jenn for a while.  I’m sure Jenn thought that was…interesting.

But!  Before she decided to conquer more technology than her mother, it was apparently deemed that Gracers needed a new diaper.

Then she changed her mind half way through the procedure.

Gracie was redressed and went down for a nap.  I installed the baby gate at the bottom of the stairs and went back to the kitchen.  Anna was firmly ensconsed with The Little Einsteins. 

I’m jammin’ in the kitchen, probably answered the phone again.  And then I heard diabolical laughter coming over the monitor.  Laughter from two sources.   

That would be the entire contents of their closet floor, a snowsuit she pulled off the hanger as well as the entirety of Gracie’s wardrobe that Annie put in the crib.  While Gracie was still in it. 

After she’d unlatched the baby gate and gone up the stairs, obviously.

While I was putting that back to rights, she was still busy.  Dragging the dog table from the hallway into the playroom, for some unknown reason.

When I dragged that back to the hallway, I turned around to discover that an atomic bomb had exploded in my living room.  And sent play-doh and Dora legos from stem to stern.

At that point, I decided that we needed brownies.  Times like this necessitate the consumption of brownies.  And yes, she totally licked the spoon.

And yes I am obviously the type of mother who chooses to document my children’s free-spiritedness before I scold.  Ahem.  

Plus, it’s easier to hide the laughter behind the camera.