I love this house we moved into. It's old, but it has tons of character. You can tell that the persons who have lived here over the years have loved it too. There is wallpaper inthe bedrooms, ornate light fixtures covering almost every light, mini-plantation shutters on the bathroom windows, tile in the kitchen, etc. But this post is about how my twin boys are trying to tear this house apart. Here is what happened this morning curtesy of Isaac. He likes to climb up on the table and push the chandelier like a pendulum. He also likes to ignore me when I tell him "no" and to "get off the table". This is what happened.

I figured out how fix it but I'm waiting for Tim to get home since it will take both of us to fix it. One to hold it and the other to screw it back on (sounds like the making of a joke). I just hope the ceiling doesn't give way before Tim gets home.