As those of you who've read my posts lately know, Voodoo has been amazingly good. Well-behaved, obedient...just wonderful.
Well, it turns out he was just saving his chaos up to release in one fell swoop.
We left the house this evening for two hours. Hubby decided to leave the boys alone in the house "to see how they do". I wasn't very keen on the idea: Voodoo is at his most active in the evening. He's been left alone before, but that was during the middle of the day when he naps, and it was only for 30 minutes.
But hubby insists it will be fine. So we leave them alone. And we come home to find that the Horseman of the Apocalypse have struck again.
Of course, the boys greet us at the door. The picture of pure innocence. But my hubby and I are just standing in the doorway, slack-jawed.
The large sofa table is completely upended. Our marble end table is off-kilter. The rug has been dragged into the kitchen, and all the couch cushions are scattered on the floor. We had two large baskets on the floor (note: "had"-past tense). Instead we found a confetti of reeds scattered all over the living room, and the baskets' contents strewn everywhere. And we had just spent 2-3 hours earlier today cleaning house.
Hubby starts laughing and sends the boys outside. He proudly whips out his cell phone and takes a few pictures of the mess. We spend the next 30 minutes cleaning the wreck of the living room.
At least they make us laugh. And I guess I have to weave two new baskets next week.
Well, it turns out he was just saving his chaos up to release in one fell swoop.
We left the house this evening for two hours. Hubby decided to leave the boys alone in the house "to see how they do". I wasn't very keen on the idea: Voodoo is at his most active in the evening. He's been left alone before, but that was during the middle of the day when he naps, and it was only for 30 minutes.
But hubby insists it will be fine. So we leave them alone. And we come home to find that the Horseman of the Apocalypse have struck again.
Of course, the boys greet us at the door. The picture of pure innocence.
But my hubby and I are just standing in the doorway, slack-jawed.The large sofa table is completely upended. Our marble end table is off-kilter. The rug has been dragged into the kitchen, and all the couch cushions are scattered on the floor. We had two large baskets on the floor (note: "had"-past tense). Instead we found a confetti of reeds scattered all over the living room, and the baskets' contents strewn everywhere. And we had just spent 2-3 hours earlier today cleaning house.
Hubby starts laughing and sends the boys outside. He proudly whips out his cell phone and takes a few pictures of the mess. We spend the next 30 minutes cleaning the wreck of the living room.
At least they make us laugh.
And I guess I have to weave two new baskets next week.
