Honestly, sometimes it feels like I live with 3 midgets that have escaped from a high security mental institution

It all started off inocently enough... 2 year olds put down to have a lunch time sleep... I listened over the baby monitor to them sweetly talking about mermaids and splashing under the water. The talk continued, the noise got louder. After an hour it finally went quietly and I thought I had won. Turns out they had just unplugged the monitor. Not long after Fern is screaming and bashing down the door. I look in and can't see Amber anywhere. Then notice a lump under the blind on the very high window sill (Thank God for security screens!). Lift the blind up to find Miss Innocence Amber sitting there reading a book and smiling at me :)

After releasing them from their room I later walk into the toilet to find toilet paper everywhere and Amber quickly doing a runner. She hides in our room listening while I tell Fern to pick it up. "Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" She shouts. Sometimes it's hard not to laugh.

Later on I try and play a game of snap with Elijah. A new concept to him. He wins the first hand, but when I snap up the 2nd, he loses the plot, screams, throws the cards and runs away shouting and slamming things. After a bath I try again, same thing, only this time he is screaming just at me dealing out the cards...Maybe he is not quite ready? Earlier on he was so proud as I had taught him how to climb the tree and onto the cubby.

You win some you lose some and you never quite know what you're gonna get around here.