Missed a day… but I had good reasons I swear.
Yesterday I hit an all-time high of Franklin mischief.
First of all, the boy can climb like crazy. At three years old, on his own, he can climb up the fridge and get things stored in the cupboards above. Nothing is out of his reach. And he’s quiet, too. He does it without a sound because he knows if he gets caught, the fun is OVER.
He took a jar of trailmix filled with peanuts and chocolate and raisins, ate what he wanted, and left the rest for Piper. I discovered this when I found large amounts of Piper vomit in the hallway. Chocolate and raisins are toxic for dogs, you see… life threatening. Piper seems to be ok, fortunately.
He also managed to watercolor on the walls with red paint that at first looked like blood and freaked me out. I can’t complain about the watercolor, though, because it was so easy to remove. It could have been sooo much worse.
The grande finale, though, was when he took a bottle of syrup from the top cupboard and took it on to the couch, unscrewed the lid and (I think unintentionally, but who knows) emptied the entire bottle onto the couch. I wanted to just take the couch and leave it on the street and not have to deal with it. But Shelby reminded me I can take the cover off the cushions and throw it into the washing machine. I did. While the naked foamy cushion was waiting for it’s clothes, and while we were eating dinner, Piper (recovered from her earlier illness) managed to find a delicious foam cushion with syrup lurking inside. So, when we were finished with dinner, we were delighted to find that Piper had ripped up a chunk of the couch cushion. Lovely.
So, anyway, along with being real busy cleaning up stuff, I was also obviously too busy with my other stuff to notice what was going on around me and allowing the P-Dawg and F-Dawg free reign of the house. Today will be better. It better be. 
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What a beautiful picture…and a horrendous day. Look at the bright side. What an amazingly funny story you have now. That’s definitely one to tell over and over.
O.M.G.
I’d die.
I’d just die.
Umm, what can I say? You’re in good company? You need a good book and some quiet time after a day like that. Rest well, Shannon.
Shannon, I’m mailing you some chocolate and a good book and some Calgon.
I’m so glad Piper is okay.
Okay, you can’t post about that without pictures! A half-eaten, syrup laden couch is so picture worthy!
Sorry, Shannon. I hate days like that. Some days just seem jinxed–one catastrophe just isn’t enough.
Franklin does look awfully stinkin’ cute–what a forgivable face.
Franklin, rebel without a cause.
I know what you mean about wanting to throw away the couch . . . but I’m glad you didn’t have to. Lugging a syrup-laden couch out to the curb would have been quite an adventure.
that sounds like a nutty day! sorry i missed you at augie’s thing. i hope today was a better day.
F-dawg is one cutie. Forgivable face, indeed.
Ha ha. Okay, sorry, I know you meant to post this as NOT a funny, but come on! Syrup on the couch! Your F-dawg is a freakin’ genius! I’d first turn a deep red, then perhaps kill the genuis, then die laughing at the ingenuity of the whole thing. I know you are asking yourself, what does syrup and couches have anything to do with smarts??? Well, it’s a smart thing MY KIDS DIDN’T THINK OF IT!
I wish you had gotten pictures. I like a story with pictures. Or even one of your awesome scrap pages, yes, that would suffice.
Sorry for the rough day! You are a better woman/mother for it! You know it!
what. a. stinker!!!!!!!!
Too funny! Wow - he has one upped Sophia in the mischief dept!