Wonder how many Google hits I'll get with this post?
Annie and Izzie have figured out that they can climb on the furniture. That is all well and good, as climbing is great for them. What isn't all well and good is the fact that they run up and down the couch, together, launghing like the demon spawn that they are. And this usually transpires when I have turned my back on them to oh, say, read a blog/go to the bathroom/help the other children. I spent about solid hour yesterday afternoon yanking them off the furniture. The minute I take them down, the climb back on again, laughing at me like it's some great game.
Today I was at my wit's end (Fridays seem to give me a much shorter fuse; I can't imagine why). So, after the third time of yanking them off the couch, I devised this beauty:
That little cage usually keeps the girls in the dining area, but out of the kitchen. But today it was my salvation for a few minutes. They actually thought it was fun for a bit, and started pushing each other down and howling with laughter. Somehow they managed to miss the point though. I suppose since they're only 18 months old I should cut them some slack.