In the never ending cold war between the forces of anarchy and order, order is losing.  Just when we figure out how to hold them at bay in some small way, the buggers go and build a few more neurons and suddenly figure out how to get around the barriers.

Recently, the boys have been starting to show a strong desire to climb up on, well, everything.  It’s like taking a dog for a walk – every time you come near a tree or fire hydrant the dog lifts a leg – and every time the boys come up to something their knee comes up and they start trying to get their leg up and climb on top.

We’re trying to keep them off the couches, first because we aren’t eager to begin the trips to the emergency room, and because it’s the last barrier to the *adult* spaces, the places we haven’t had to baby proof yet.   The books on the mantle, the electronics, the kitchen counters, the cameras and remotes…

This last barrier has proven adequate for the last several weeks, but it’s beginning to crumble.  It’s worked well because the boys just aren’t quite tall enough.  The problem is, what they lack in size, they make up for in determination and cunning.

A couple of nights ago, while Katie had abandoned me and left me alone with the boys, I was cleaning up after a tumultuous feed.  Dexter was very frustrated, trying to get up on the couch.  He then ran off and played for a couple minutes in the living room. He grabbed his truck and came driving around the house.  I looked up again, and saw this sequence of events:

See how much trouble we’re in?  What they can’t manage on their own, they’re  building ways to overcome.

THEY’RE  BUILDING  SIEGE  ENGINES!

He didn’t quite manage to get onto the couch – the truck slid away from under him, but he was *so* close.  We’re doomed.

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