Lately, Owen and Emmaline have joined forces to satisfy their curiosities, and though I know its totally age appropriate, it's not always the most convenient! :) For example, while I was making dinner this evening, I heard "crunch (long pause) crunch" and walked into the living room where Owen was ceremoniously dropping Kix onto the floor one by one. Emmaline would then carefully take her foot (covered in heavy shoe) and stomp each one until she was sure it was dust, then move onto the next. Huge mess! While I cleaned that and hoped pots on the stove wouldn't overboil, they moved onto the trash can: one held it open while the other pulled out the trash. Ew.
Left the room for five minutes...this is when I found out they can open the pantry.
"Hey, we're not done here yet, come back and pretend to be shocked again."
"Has this 'potted dirt' been here the whole time?"
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Yay, let's throw dirt at each other!"
They dragged the pool out of the garage and used it as a seating area. Apparently Ella's name wasn't on the list...they're not letting her in.
