While they were (not) sleeping

I know, I know. It's a rite of passage for parents to fall victim to the mischiefs of their little ones when they're supposed to be asleep. And THANK GOODNESS the twins' mischiefs have not included poop all over the room, like some other rascally twins we know, haha!! ...at least not yet...eesh... We have opened the locked door to stark-naked babies, but only as pee diaper escapees...again, THANK GOODNESS. What does happen, is just the typical F5-tornado-has-swept-through-and-anything-not-bolted-down-is-now-ripped-apart-and-flung-60-miles-away-and-was-that-a-cow-I-just-heard-flying-past-as-it-was-sucked-through-the-vortex? chaos. Board books are delicately peeled apart, like the twins were removing wallpaper. So what do we do? Safely pile everything we want to keep out of their reach in the exact center of their dresser. Despite being in the 90+ percentiles for height, they still can't reach the middle. YES! But no. This is what I walked in on the other morning (and a naked Nuala, as well, but no pics of that...):

I just don't know how he got up there! I mean, I KNOW how he got up there, he obviously climbed. His flying skills aren't that great yet (trust me, they are tested regularly), and Nuala has a good shoving arm but still hasn't perfected an actual Bran-toss of this height. We already took out the bottom drawer, because a couple of kids kept standing in it, so somehow Bran climbed into the 2nd drawer and up on the top. It just seems, um...I don't know, a bit awkward of a climb for a little guy. We think he must've used a heel hook, that is a very effective climbing technique...

He was mighty pleased with himself!! And I fear running for the camera and taking 2 million pictures of whatever rascaliness is going on only serves as positive reinforcement...but I just can't resist! We finally lowered the side of Bran's crib, so he can climb in and out more easily and safely. Nuala's crib is stubborn, so she still slithers out from up high, no choice there, and she can't get back in, but eh. She'll survive. Anyway, Bran NEVER (at least when we're around) climbs out the lowered side. Always up and over the high side. Funny boy.

And this is naptime. They were both nap dodgers, just playing in their room, and when I went to check again, poor Bran was conked out on the floor, and there was his sweet sis, lying on top of him, poking his buttons, yanking down his pants, basically being a pain in the rear. But he didn't care. He's a guy. He was OUT of it. I thought it was funny, though. Of course, I transferred him to the crib, and of COURSE, he woke up and decided the 20 minutes on the floor was nap enough. Grrrr....again, and I say this often...good thing they're so dang cute!