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ya our house is a disaster. the dog has not yet gotten out of the puppy chew stage neither has jax or apparently owen. molly and mikaydi plot ploy and plan each day for optimal destruction and they are quite talented by the way. frans takes after his father and drops his pile of stuff were ever he may and leaves it for another day. haylee is practicing that teenager thing and insists on keeping her room bugler Prof by making it look as if she has already been robed and poor jenny trying to keep up with us all. now let me mention that me and Jenny's week has been insane with both of us working and scout pies to make. the inmates have been running the asylum. guess what they are not very good at it i tend to think it is bad parenting but jenny just sais its because there my children which ""your right dear. anyway the other day after calmly asking for clean rooms for the millionth time molly came out and exclaimed I'm done daddy come and see. i think wow its a miracle molly is normally the most resistant to any thing work. well i proceed enthusiastically excited to see the mighty change and open the door to a mountain of crap no that's not quite right more like two mountains of stuff with a small valley which meandered searingly into the distance stunned silent i hear the faint whisperings of an angle saying look daddy i made a path.