Time to Make The Donuts Disappear

After talking with other moms of triplet boys (and just boys in general), we know that we have gotten off easy thus far.   The fact that they stayed in their cribs for over 3 years without crib tents *gasp* is all the proof you really need.   They really haven't gotten into much either, but then again I have mad baby-proofing skills. ;)

One Saturday morning after breakfast though, Kyle and I were hiding from the kids working on something very important on our laptops in our bedroom.  After awhile we realized it was eerily quite. 

We opened our door to find the gate at the top of the stairs open and Davis on the couch.  He proceeded to tell us that Evan and Carter were downstairs and "I'm a good boy".  (He's going to be my snitch when they are teenagers...he can't tell a lie.)

We came down to find this atrocity.

They were quite proud of themselves.  To get up there they climbed up the barstools, over the bar, over the sink and onto this counter below all while holding their water cups and the stuffed zebra!!

You had to go for the chocolate frosted one didn't you, Evan.

We really need to put a bell on that gate.