6 Degrees of Separation

While at college I watched a class mate play this game called The 6 Degrees of Separation from Kevin Bacon.  No matter what name anyone threw at him, he was able to tie it back to Kevin Bacon within 6 connections.  Well, today I am going to play that game...in a way.  You see quite a few people have been asking when I was going to post another blog entry about the girls antics.  Well, never fear!  It is here!  It has been quite busy around the Teer house from multiple weeks of sickness, homeschool starting, and every other fall activity that I just haven't had the time or energy to sit down and write everything down.  Don't worry, the girls have given me quite a bit of material from which to work!

The 6 Degrees of Separation from Tears
Caillyn stamping furniture with her flower ink stamp. 
1. Furniture: Meliya and Caillyn breaking all 4 drawers of their chest of drawers so that their clothes are held hostage.  Now they can only reach their dresses without help.
2. Dress: Samson (our 11 month old yellow lab) apparently was so attention starved that he curled up and cuddled with a Barbie dress.  This is better than pulling stuff out of the dirty clothes which he usually does.
3. Dirty clothes:  Caillyn tried to help with laundry by pouring a 1/2 cup of soap in the high effeciency washer that only uses about 1 Tablespoon of soap per load.
4. Soap:  Meliya tried to give herself a bath by emptying 3/4 of a new bottle of body wash in the bath tub while I was getting the baby dressed.
5. Baby: The girls were playing with their My Little Pony playsets when I told them to pick up the tiny pieces so that I could get Bryleigh up.  We can't have the baby eat them.  No sooner did the words come out of my mouth before Samson had chewed up some tiny plastic grapes.  Daddy is going to have to watch for that green in the poo!
6. Daddy: Mommy wanted to cry like a baby after all of this happened within the 2 days Daddy was away on a buisness trip.  I'm ready for my padded cell now!

Not bad for my first time playing that game.  How about another go at it?

6 Degrees of Separation from Tears, Part 2

Meliya was wound up after bath one night while Dave was out of town.  She was practicing her long jump from one bed to the other in her room, but did not quite make it.  She belly bounced off of the side of the mattress and landed on the floor in front of the bed from which she had jumped off.
1. Bed: I went to get Bryleigh out of her crib one morning after hearing her play.  When I opened the door, a strange blue light was shining from her bed.  It was the puck light we keep at her changing table.  I was thoroughly baffled as to how the light could have possibly traveled from the other side of the room to reach Bryleigh's bed until Meliya explained how she had tossed it in the night before when looking for Bryleigh's pacifier.  Bryleigh didn't mind, she was enjoying turning on the light herself.
2. For herself: One day, Caillyn didn't want to wait for me to pour her next dose of cough medicine.  She waited for me to leave the room and climbed up on the cabinet, got the couch syrup out of the cupboard and poured herself a dose.  Amazingly, she only spilled one small drop.  Thankfully, I caught her before she created an emergency.
3. Emergency: While I was taking care of Bryleigh and Dave was getting dinner started one evening, Caillyn decided to capitalize on the opportunity to play with his work phone/blackberry.  It's official, we have talked with and about 911 now.  Thankfully we were able to cut off the chastising from the operator before any emergency personel arrived.  That would have been a mess.
4. Mess: One morning before nap time the girls decided to play with a bin full of homemade activities.  In this bin were puzzles, button and lace type games, stickers, drawing supplies, and cut up straws used for patterns.  Every piece of each of the activities ended up on the dining room floor.  It is not easy picking up little pieces of straws, buttons, strings, stickers, paper clips, zip loc bags, etc while a 10 month old is crawling around!
5. The floor:  While I was busy vacuuming one day, Meliya and Caillyn were playing on my bed.  In the 60 seconds it took me to walk from the kitchen back to my bedroom, Caillyn found the hair cutting scissors in my drawer and handed them to Meliya.  Meliya took this as a sign that she was supposed to cut Caillyn's hair.  Needless to say a high pitched squeal is all that came out of my mouth as I saw all that hair on the floor.  Melilya was sent to time out for her own safety.
6. Safety Time out:  Caillyn decided that she would help me with my chores again.  Instead of putting her clothes in the dirty clothes hamper after getting dressed for bed, she decided they needed to be washed.  So she took my new bottle of laundry soap out to put some in the washer.  She had learned from her previous laundry experience that less is more.  Instead of pouring the soap into the dispenser directly as before, she tried to pour it into the cap first.  Unfortunately, a full bottle is too hard for 3 year old's hands to control.  I counted around 20 loads worth of laundry soap as I scooped it off the floor.  Of course, that doesn't include what I couldn't pick up.  Yes, that was about 3 weeks worth of laundry soap in a nice, all be it HUGE, puddle on the floor!  I was crying as I pictured the suds that were destined to form when I tried to mop the rest of the soap up off the floor.

Yeah, there's another one!  Since I don't have enough to do it a third time, I'll just let you in on the latest events they have blessed us with!

1. While on a visit to my mother-in-law's house, Caillyn was found emptying the trash can into the toilet in order to retrieve a bottle she insisted I had thrown away.  (It was on the bathroom counter.)
2. One morning Caillyn aparently had grown tired of Meliya and Mommy being the only ones to get Bryleigh out of bed.  This morning she decided it was her turn to get Bryleigh out.  Thankfully this ended with Brlyeigh belly flopping on top of Caillyn and Caillyn falling neatly on her back between the ottoman and rocking chair.  We have since had the discussion about who is allowed to get Bryleigh out of bed!
3. Samson has done his fair share to keep me busy when the girls aren't.  (It's hard to imagine, I know!)  Despite the constant need to be petted, we often take him out to our side yard to run hard and burn off energy.  However, he has taken up eating other dog's poop while out.  Disgusting I know!  Unfortunately, that is not the end of the story.  Last Sunday morning, he started stirring when I rolled over in bed about 30 minutes before the alarm.  I told him to lay down because I wanted to enjoy every last minute of sleep I could if possible.  He was a little persistent, but eventually laid down.  When the alarm went off 30 minutes later, I reached to hit the snooze when something else hit me.  It was a stench that you would not believe.  Yes, he had an accident.  No, it was not a pretty one.  I turned on the lamp to find that he had left a trail of poop at the end of the bed that was about 2-3 feet long ending in 3 puddles of diarrhea.  I swear a barnyard smells like a bouquet of flowers compared to that!  Needless to say, we didn't get to experience our peaceful, quiet time before the girls got up that morning!

I hope this strikes your funny bone.  In some instances, it has ours, but others will take more time!  I hope you enjoy your day!