My kids...

Thinking back it just seems like yesterday that they were tipping spaghetti hoops all over the floor, to share with the dog as he didn't get any.
Or when we got our kitchen decorated the kids having patiently watched us painting and stencilling the walls, decided to give it their personal touch and coloured one wall to waist height with crayons and felt tip pens!!
They were only tiny and had helped mummy and daddy, slow walking round the garden, counting to ten and deep breathing to calm down...
What do you do? Explain to a baby that they shouldn't do that when they just watched you do the same!

Oh but they were good my kids, creative in their mischief.  Getting the dogs involved or just blaming each other all the time.  It was hard to keep up.

I was always busy, in and out during the day, I had one at school and two at home, though one was part time at playschool.
They ran me ragged!! I was permanently exhausted and all mums will know that even going to the toilet has to be done with military precision.  They have to be distracted, but you must keep up a conversation at all times.
So when your busy!, and it all goes quiet, you are suitably alarmed.

This happened to me often, they once put toast in the video player ( after removing the child lock).
We only found this out when we called a repair man.  He arrived and my then 3 year old son helped him by removing the lock so he could look inside, after finding numerous toast crusts and cleaning he got it working.  Luckily for us the man thought it was funny and didn't charge us.

Or when I picked my daughter up from the floor to find my son had stuffed her nappy with his sandwiches, rather than eat them.  Oh they were clever!! Unwanted food was daily cleaned from the sides of the sofa or underneath it and we had the best fed dogs in the neighbourhood.
At one point we got my dad to install sliding door panels to separate the kids from the dogs and the kitchen in general as my youngest was in a walker and could destroy a room in minutes.  They got round this by lifting them up to let each other go through or as they got a bit older would commando crawl over the top.

My son taught his baby sister to undo any fastening, high chair, pushchair, car seat you name it she would get out of it.  I can remember shopping with my sister and holding a top up to myself in a mirror to see if I liked it, then turning back round to an empty pushchair ( mothers worst nightmare).
The thing with my kids is they were loud!!  So even if out of sight I could hear them.  I found them harassing women in the changing room by lifting the curtains.

They were a full on nightmare the pair of them!!