I was just going to put this on Instagram and leave it at that, but then I thought to myself, no. This needs more attention.
**And where do you mommy blogger types find the time? Days just bleed into each other and when, exactly, am I supposed to write something coherent**
So, anyway, we have kind of started a new after dinner routine where we take Kellan for a ride in his wagon to get the mail and then we all walk to the park.
I say we all walk to the park because at the mailboxes – community ones, people. It’s why Coloradans are so healthy. Our mail is a quarter mile away – Kellan decides he wants nothing to do with the wagon and he would rather walk, holding my hand the whole time or walking short distances from Tim or me to the other person. Then we play at the park and walk home.
The whole thing takes maybe 20-30 minutes, tops.
Before yesterday, we would leave the dogs out. They had free roaming privileges around the house, because we wouldn’t be gone long.
Apparently that is not an option anymore.
Last night, when we walked into the house, we were greeted by a pile of leaves and branches from a plant.
And not just any pile. These pieces had all been meticulously placed in the family room, perfectly visible from any door we entered.
Okay, you guys. The plant? It lives in the computer room. There is a very long hallway that separates the family room from the computer room. A long hallway with an offshoot to a bathroom along with a potential detour to upstairs.
So, I beg the question, what, exactly, was the thought process, here, girls?
Let’s be honest, Maddie and Lexi. If you just wanted to destroy a plant, then I’d imagine you would sit at the plant and do that.
Why even bother going through the effort of carrying, ever so delicately, each and every piece alllllllll the way down the hallway and into the family room and drop them into a pile?
Over and over and over again?
There was not a single, solitary, leaf on the path between the plant in the computer room and the pile in the family room
When we came through the garage door and Maddie saw the look on Tim’s face, she high tailed it out into the garage, squeezing by just before the door closed automatically (it’s a heavy door that doesn’t stay open unless propped). She was so stealthy that Tim had no idea she even went out. He was so busy trying to get to Lexi, he was certain Maddie was with her until I was all, “She’s in the garage.”
And that she was, hiding behind the cars.
After Tim got her back inside, she ran upstairs and tried to hide in the bedroom.
Obviously, she was well aware she had made an error with her choices while we were gone.
Lexi, thinking she was off scott free, played dumb like, “I was so good! That mess definitely wasn’t me!”
And then we checked her mouth and it was full of dirt.
That little giveaway resulted in her immediately rolling over onto her back, legs in the air, full on submission.
I’m guessing their brains went something like, “Um. Hello? You’re supposed to take me with you. And you didn’t. So, now I’m stuck here while you’re out there in nature. You know what else is nature? This plant right here. And I’m gonna take pieces of this plant and put allllll of the nature in a big ass pile so you see what I’m talking about when you get home. You go into nature, YOU TAKE ME WITH YOU.”
The best part? As Tim was giving the dogs the what for, half laughing, Kellan was sitting in the kitchen, yelling like a backseat driver as many dog commands as he could remember, “Yesth! Sit! Yesth! Out! Stay! Sit!”