the trash can

ever since i can remember, since both girls have been mobile at around 12 months of age i have repeated (and repeated) the phrase "get out of the trash can." the kitchen trash can, the bathroom trash can, ANY trash can to be found...they were in it. TO THIS DAY (and they are both 4) i repeat that phrase at least once a day. my ONLY explanation for this strange behavior is that there is always something new & different to be found in the trash. and my girls are all about new & different. they crave it. and thus, they dig through the garbage for adventure. it is disgusting. and i've tried to tell them that, but to no avail.

SO that brings me to this afternoon. david works late on mondays and so i thought i would break up our long afternoon/evening together by taking the girls to the park. they had been playing happily outside for about 30 minutes -- "playing happily outside" that SHOULD have been my first clue. at this point they were in the front yard and i called them to put on shoes to go to the park. i got my keys & sunglasses and for some reason went out the back door (not a normal thing for me) and this is what i found...





they have moved on from the small trash can in the house and decided to endulge in the LARGE outside receptacle. WHAT??? needless to say we are NOT going to the park and they have been banned from doing anything or stepping foot in the house until EVERY SINGLE piece has been picked up. and most unforunate for them, david did some shredding this weekend -- they had fun decorating the yard w/ the shreds -- those shreds aren't too much fun now that they have to be picked up.
they never cease to amaze me.