Oh Dear!

Last Friday (09-07-07) I had a sonogram with Dr. Depew while Carson stayed home with Carson and Owen. He fed them lunch and put them down for their afternoon nap. I could hear the boys talking to one another in their cribs when I got home, but didn't didn't think much of it. After about 30 minutes I heard knocking on the door. Once again, I didn't think much of it. This is nothing new. I figured Owen had grabbed a toy and was hitting the door with it. A few minutes later I hear the door knob turning. This concerned me a little because I couldn't figure out how Owen could reach the door knob from his crib (he was sleeping in the one closest to the door), but still didn't think too much of it. By now the boys had gotten pretty quiet. So I figured Carson must be sleeping and Owen was just being Owen. Then I hear more knocking and the door knob turn a few more times. I go back to the hallway to see if I can see anything under the door. I saw nothing. Again, a turn of the door knob. At this time I struggle to open the door to find two precious little boys standing as still as statues with smiles on their face by clothes and everything else that two two years old could get their hands on.
My two little angels had managed to climb out of their cribs and trash their room. They took all their clean and dirty clothes from their travel bag from our long weekend in NE, found mobiles in their closet (I didn't even know they were in there), took twenty or so shirts off hangers, took pictures frames out of the window seat, took apart their night light (I'm still looking for the light bulb), and etc. I think you get the idea. Oh, and to top it off they found baby lotion and managed squirt it all over their room. And I mean ALL over!
You may wonder what I did. Well, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but managed to keep my cool. How could I be mad? They were so proud that they did such a good job of finding so many things in their room. I put the boys back in their cribs and told them that what they did was very naughty and told them how sad I was that they trashed their room. Well, as I picked up the large mess Carson kept saying "Mommy, Owen naughty." I reminded him he was also naughty for what he helped do. The boys watched me clean up their room and proceeded to take a nap. They must have worn themselves out for as hard as they worked to get the room to look like it did.
I love my little stinkers!