Anyway. The other day, I set the little bugs up with play-doh, which is a huge lure, and to have play-doh unattended is even more exciting. They compete with each other about how quickly they can grind it into the carpet.
I came down less than 10 minutes later to find the play-doh abandoned, and... Complete. Quiet. Not a good sign. They had gotten a Ginormous, capital G, Johnson's baby powder down from the changing table, and emptied what seemed to be the entire contents in the den, on the changing table, the train table, the windows (?) and Quinn's collection of about 583 matchbox cars and trains. The good news, they assured me, was that they were cleaning it all up. With an entire package of 100 baby wipes, being discarded on the floor one by one after using them to really work the powder into the crevices of the hardwoods.
Ellie told me she had also been looking for her bathing suit, which was why she had removed every sock, blanket, spit up cloth, sweater, jacket, shoe, washcloth, towel, and SHELF LINER, from each drawer of a five drawer dresser. That was in less than 10 minutes. I can't imagine being that productive in 10 minutes. I wish I had taken pictures. It would make you feel better about your own house and it's cleanliness level. Though ours probably smells better with all that powder.
Ellie is generally the brain behind any serious mischief, like her shenanigans on Friday, squeezing out an entire bottle of shampoo and lotion upstairs in Henry's room, the hallway and the bathroom - and a basket of clean laundry. And that was with swine flu and bronchitis and THREE adults in the house. Still not sure how that got past us.
Anyway. More on the swine flu later.