Friends have been telling us we are screwed for a long time now (I know, with friends like these who needs…).  I think they may be right.  Now that the babies are self aware, their favorite hobby is getting into trouble.  One of Cole’s new past times is to pull on the oven door handle (especially when there is food cooking in it).  Tonight, both babies were congregated around the oven and Cole started to grab the oven door handle while I was cooking dinner (I made hamburgers, and I have to say they rocked). 

Now before I continue, I should let you know the babies totally understand what “NO” means.  A lot of times we say no, but also back it up with some redirection, like:

“No Cole, dog food is for dogs, how about you take this toy instead (or for the love of everything good, why not eat some people food instead of dog food for a change)”. 

Distraction works most of the time as they have the attention span of a gnat. So back to tonight’s oven door incident, Cole starts grabbing the door and I’m like:

“No Cole, very dangerous, no touch, let’s go over here and play”. 

He starts laughing at me.  Then Paige starts laughing at me.  Now they are both laughing at me.  Without skipping a beat, Cole grabs the door again.  They both look at me and start laughing again.  Okay, maybe I wasn’t firm enough with him:

“Hey guys, this isn’t a good place to play, why don’t we go over here and play with these super cool toys that cost tons of money that we don’t focus enough on and I would like to play with these toys before you out grow them and we end up giving them away because you never played with them and I could have spent that money on a new plasma TV (60 inch of course)”.

First Cole looks a little perplexed, then he looks at Paige and they both start laughing at each other, then they stop and look at me like they were children from Village Of The Damned. It’s at that moment I realized they are in my head and we are so screwed.