just wondering

I am truly wondering if I should have 2 cages, one for Elle and one for Emy!!!! She is becoming a very mischeivious child! Yesterday when I was in the shower she decided to fill the bathroom sink to overflowing (yes onto the floor and everything) and on top of that add about 4 cups of dog food. How disgusting!!! She is a peice of work. Then today, she "used" about 20 wipes (just cleaning the furniture etc...) and since she had already been warned I took off her diaper and spanked her. Well, after she cried for an hour (not really, just seemed like that) she peed!!!! Now she did try to stop it, with her hand, but it ran all over the floor...and then as if on cue Elle squated and began peeing as well. I mean this is like tv stuff. Very scary. The main problem is they are both so stinkin cute it is hard to discipline. But oh we must.

Earthly Dearest...

When I have learned to love God better than my earthly dearest, I shall love my earthly dearest better than I do now. In so far as I learn to love my earthly dearest at the expense of God and instead of God, I shall be moving toward that state in which I shall not love my earthly dearest at all. When first things are put first, second things are not suppressed but increased. CS Lewis

One hour can make a difference

In a matter of one hour here is what happened...
Elliotte (the dog) threw up on Kennedy's sleeping bag, had diarrhea twice (once on my floor and once in Mac's closet), Emerson decided to get her own pink lemonade (therefore spilling 2 gallons on the floor), and then Emy was spraying the dog with the hose and I went to tell her to stop and Elle ran into the house (trying to escape Emy) and I could not catch her until she had fully soaked everything. Oh the joys...
So then I had to...do 2 loads of laundry (my rugs and Kennedy's sleeping bag) mop my kitchen floor, and mix Oxi-clean (2 different times) to sop up poop. How disgusting!!!! And of course it was the great hour of 6-7 when I am trying to prepare dinner etc...
Also, I went out to put steak on the grill. Emy heard the ice-cream man (I hate him for coming through our neighborhood everyday). I told her no. She was mad at me. The next time I checked the meat, she went out the front door to find the ice-cream man. I didn't know this. I searched the house for her, then went outside looking for her and she was no where!!!! I really start to panic and am wondering how I am going to tell Corey that I have lost his last child, and I run into my room to get my cell phone to call him and it is ringing...Apparently he drove up at the exact time Emy was chasing the ice-cream man and so he put her on his lap and they drove to the other side of the neighborhood to "check out a house"!!!!!!! He had called me on my cell, but since I was frantically searching for our baby, I never heard the phone ring. Scary. I really thought she was gone. What a bad mom I am! What a crazy night!