I'm wondering...

now, whether I got a good night's sleep, cause I just slept right through the calling?! Cause last night, they were at it again, OK, but it didn't start til 5am so I suppose its and improvement. And Robert is forgiven, as he was coughing so bad, that he got a nose bleed. So I am pleased he called me for that one, otherwise he would have scared the living daylights out of me, had he been covered in blood when I got him up!
Today again they were little monsters. I made something new for dinner today, I thought a change would be nice. So I made Tortellini with cheese sauce then baked in the oven. It was delicious - but Robert and Richard don't know that, because they never touched it even. Richard did push his once across his plate determining that there was no pasta in there and that he "don't like it"! Robert never even bothered to get his spoon and fork dirty, he just folded his arms and screamed! Anyone would think I was trying to poison them!
Well, tough for them, I really enjoyed it and will be making it again - am I a glutton for punishment?!
Robert was really testing how far he could go today, after refusing to eat it was rest time -so up to his room it was. I went up later to put the clean washing away and found a big mess on his floor. I told him he could come down, once he had cleaned it up (it was a jigsaw mat that he had built up yesterday and was now in the process of sorting it into colours). Well he came down about 10minutes later. I asked "did you tidy up your mat?" Robert "Yes", Me " did you put it back in the box?" Robert "Yes" Me "OK, then you can watch TV whilst I get Richard up!"
Mmh, can you guess what is coming.... I got up there and the mess was still there. After getting Richard dressed I called Robert upstairs (over the baby phone) he ignored me. Now I really am about to boil over, I went and got him. And explained about telling "porkie pies" (rhyming slang for lies), and that I was cross. then I left him to it. When he came down the next time and said he was done, I trusted that he was (he was). then we went in the garden.
His next naughty thing was to slide down the slide whilst Richard was still at the bottom, bumping both his feet into the small of poor Richards back. Something he knows he mustn't do, I told him off the first time, and explained again that he has to wait for Richard to move.
Richard however had no intention of moving, so Robert did it again, only this time faster and harder. Well, he ended up sat in the cold utility room on the bottom step - thinking over what he had done.
And as if that wasn't enough, after tea, I decided that although I had sworn I wouldn't until Daddy came home, I gave them a bath. (Last time they flooded the bathroom almost!) So whilst I was sorting out pyjamas and nappies and such for when they were finished, they were on their own in there. Now they know exactly where they can tip water and where not, but I came back into the bathroom, and there was Robert tipping a bottle of bathwater onto the "wrong" side of the bath and watching it trickle down onto the floor.
I had him out of there in a flash, screaming non stop, he thought he would be going back in, but no, dirty or not, I towelled him down and dressed him in his pyjamas. Hopefully he will have got the message now. he screamed all the while "I want to go back in the bath" until I got Richard out and dressed.
So all in all it was quite a day! How many more years before they stop testing their limits?!
Oh, well they are in bed now, and I can relax!
Bye 4 now